Saturday, August 02, 2003

Musings From the Beaten Prostitute District

I stood on the bank of the Thames on a sunny Saturday with a Guinness in one hand and an ice cream cone in the other. I couldn’t remember the last time I had an ice cream cone or the last time I’d been so happy. I watched bees, which are quite a bit bigger here in England than they are in the United States. I think Andy and Anna are nice people.

I wrote this because I might have otherwise forgotten how happy I was otherwise.