Something about the chilly ride south to the Hurricane was familiar. Hard to tell. Probably from remembering riding here from the Monkey because she was grumpy, stubborn and selfish.

What do I want? I’m just being, I’m always okay. It keeps me safe and everyone wins. Can’t get the eye to stop twitching. I really should quit drinking and take a vacation.

Here I am, 1am on a Monday, alone at a 24 hour diner, drinking coffee and whiskey, waiting on food. Something feels right about it though and I wonder how much is pre-written. Another drink, ready for more heads down at work. This is it for now.

Fucking eye.