jammns

I polished off the vodka and threw the empty over the side of the building. As I prepared to throw myself over, it occurred to me that I quite enjoy the flavor of the vanilla-infused vodka.

Ah, well … there had been innumerable enjoyments through the years : the sweet sensation of a kiss, rhythms and rhymes, and the  tintinabulation of the bells, the burning orange clouds at sunset, water sports, and the way you flipped your hair over shoulder and you laughed sideways at me when I said where I was headed this morning.

Plummeting down now to the end I still have zero regret. I still don’t understand about that emotion , but that’s okay, and I can live with that…for about three more seconds…