I picked up two books from the 2nd hand store. Kinky Friedman; Early Dashiell Hammett. A zippered jacket for Milo with embroidered dogs. It is much too big for him, Still. Of the two exercises in Running to Seed, I prefer the Hammett. Hard Spined. Hard Boiled. Not quited there yet, Flawed, better between Sacramento and Tijuana. The Hop. My older son\’s hair has grown way past Shoulder-length. All but half way to His ass. I am itching to cut it, to escort him to the barbers. Such are those mundane Things which prompt me to Log in. Out. I creak, and I cough, and I pace. Quite the Old School motherf@cker.