“She left me the way people leave a hotel room. A hotel room is a place to be when you are doing something else. Of itself it is of no consequence to one’s major scheme. A hotel room is convenient. But its convenience is limited to the time you need it while you are in that particular town on that particular business; you hope it is comfortable, but prefer, rather, that it be anoymous. It is not, after all, where you live.”
Today I pointed to a sketchy mofo creepin’ by in his old Cadillac and I said sternly, “I’m watching you.” Then he stopped, pulled in reverse, and I stared at him. So now he knows I’ve got my eyes wide open.
What is it that i'm searching for in this strange place, day after day?