Today I sat in Border’s Cafe, drinking an iced coffee, reading a book of Japanese death poems, while the speakers spat out Dolly Parton’s version of The Fine Young Cannibals’ She Drives Me Crazy.
Today I sat in Border’s Cafe, drinking an iced coffee, reading a book of Japanese death poems, while the speakers spat out Dolly Parton’s version of The Fine Young Cannibals’ She Drives Me Crazy.
On Thursday I sat in an easy chair at home, drinking a Diet Pepsi with ice, reading a book about Delhi, India, while the TV spat out images of John McCain and Sarah Palin. Jesus.