I got checked out by a woman when I went out a couple weekends ago.
Hang on, it’s not what you think.
It was around 9:30 on Saturday evening. I wouldn’t say that the streets were packed, but it seemed like a busy evening. There were groups of people milling about outside the restaurants and more making their ways through the streets, plus a few who seemed to just be standing and listening to the music echoing from the concert at the stadium nearby. I had stopped at an intersection to wait for the light to change when she walked by. Continue reading “A Portrait of the Artist As an Old(er) Man”
