I haven’t written in a while. I could call it a dry spell but it’s not. I could blame it on being preoccupied and lazy, but I won’t. I have some great material and many adventures and blissful experiences to write about but don’t feel compelled to do so.

I have been having a lot of fun over the past few months. It’s so uncomplicated yet I find it so complicated to explain, so I don’t. And it’s not fun sharing an experience when you need to be cautious when doing so.

But who knows, maybe it will end up in my memoires.

Anyway, I’m sitting in a Starbucks down the street from my house and as soon as I walked in I had the urge to write and share this story.

I walked in and noticed a man that I have been seeing in this very Starbucks and around the corner of 9^th and Irving almost every morning on my way to work. Over the past week he has acquired quite the collection of crap. This morning I saw him standing in the rain with a suitcase. This afternoon in Starbucks I found out what was in the suitcase. I walked in and he was unpacking a large computer tower (no monitor, of course) and a few other electronic devices. He sat between two tables with people on their laptops for about twenty minutes, packed everything up and then wheeled his way out of there.