grrr

Saturday at the market getting steaks and fresh veg for grilling. hitting Jamie Kennedy's on friday. racing through the distillery district during the jazz festival, dirty, exhausted and exhilarated, looking for some bizzarre piece of art, thinking..hey, great date spot on a Sunday afternoon.

then struck with the fear I'd run into him..in these places. with her. She who could be his future…while I will only ever be his past, continuing to fade farther into it.