A midsummer's night

It's not actually the middle of Summer.

Last night/tonight night has to be hands down one of the worst nights of my life. I sat there starinf into 'emptiness' for the longest time. I was there but I wasn't!

I spent most of it, either trying to get drunk; and please let me iterate how damn hard I was trying, or in the process of finding and redirecting people to others; not that it was appreciated by most or anything.

It was cold on the way home - it rained. Freezing and bone cutting winds.

The only remote good that came out of it was my cab driver.

Let's see 6'3" remote indian descent and someone in great shape. Not your typical driver. Questions were exchanged and Commercial Road became a focal point, as was relationships - his 'girlfriend'. Every question he had seemed to head towards a particular direction.

I didn't mind; it was nice to have things about me for once - or again. Plus a cab ride, oddly enoughly 30 bucks cheaper...

Not that anything happened, of course.