But it isn't raining NOW...

When I was coming out of the bank this morning, I passed a older, little woman in hat and purse, tell a scruffy but clear-headed quite larger man, "It's a beautiful sunny day, isn't it!"

He said, "Yeah, it's not bad..."

"'It's not bad'? You're here. You're alive."

"It's supposed to rain later, though."

"But it isn't raining now...!"

What the FUCK was I not thinking...??!!

It just struck me...

When I was in my late 20s and early 30s, I lived for 4 years in an apartment on Elmwood Avenue, the hip "strip" here, then and still.

My apartment was three doors down from a bar. I never went into the bar...

And not once did it ever even cross my frigging mind to hit the bar at 1:00 am, chat up a drunk girl, and invite her up to "crash"...

What the FUCK??!! Who was that pre-surgery dweeb??