On the stockroom floor at three a.m. handing coffee to the delivery guys who couldn't hide their distaste seeing the rejection letter professional scrambling eggs for a living.
"Another tough go this week Josey. You're not alone, that Misses Washington lady just left the executive elevator for the coffee shop."
"What topic's pass for civil hours from deadline Misses Washington?"
"You passing me or you got spare change for an old war buddy Josey?"
"Words aren't on discount lately ma'am. Forever and a day I'm not likely to wait around for in order to chew leftovers. However there is a lot of trumpet blaring the new elected will find in a frame today. Meaning they could actually get mugged."
"You tell the old harbor raft story another time Joe, I'm in love with hot soup for an hour."
Disposable rhetoric lines and neon expiration warnings walk the same minutes through the snow and rain as all of us.
The just part of a lunch break. Old familiar darts being tossed inside a whirlwind of loss. The barrels almost filled and we are only trying to roll with the punches.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC
On the stockroom floor at three a.m. handing coffee to the delivery guys who couldn't hide their distaste seeing the rejection letter professional scrambling eggs for a living.
"Another tough go this week Josey. You're not alone, that Misses Washington lady just left the executive elevator for the coffee shop."
"What topic's pass for civil hours from deadline Misses Washington?"
"You passing me or you got spare change for an old war buddy Josey?"
"Words aren't on discount lately ma'am. Forever and a day I'm not likely to wait around for in order to chew leftovers. However there is a lot of trumpet blaring the new elected will find in a frame today. Meaning they could actually get mugged."
"You tell the old harbor raft story another time Joe, I'm in love with hot soup for an hour."
Disposable rhetoric lines and neon expiration warnings walk the same minutes through the snow and rain as all of us.
The just part of a lunch break. Old familiar darts being tossed inside a whirlwind of loss. The barrels almost filled and we are only trying to roll with the punches.