Dear Anonymous,
Sometimes I feel like I am walking onto a Shakespearian performance during some late act in a play I don't really know the details of and didn't quite realize I'd be attending.
There will tears. And tragic laughter. There will be love.
And loss.The great human dilemnas will make cameo appearances.
My own reason and logic do not apply here in the plot. There are sinister factors and conspiracies I could not imagine. No one is safe, I am told. And this is the habit of thinking. Sometimes I am challenged to keep my nose just clear of the sanity line as I listen.
A run in with the police. He says he has no idea why. Therefore he feels it is most unjust. Compellingly unjust.
I have absolutely no idea. I never will.
Still, there is a coffee card and socks.
Thank you Dear Anonymous.