Meteor Shower3 a.m., a twelve pack and I can see my breath. I’m sitting on the hood of my car in the park. Smoke billows out of open car windows from across the parking lot, I take out a cigarette and wonder if I paid the rent this month. I glance over, looks like a couple of bums quarrelling rowdily next to a small fire in the trees. I shout, “Hey, don’t bother arguing, the sky is about to fall. Want a beer?” They stumble over, grab a beer and grunt something that sounds like “Thanks, man” and return to the warmth of the fire in the woods. My phone rings and I let it. No need to answer it, I thought. I’ll talk to them when I talk to them.© devon_rayna
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