Sometimes I get an idea to write about something, I jot down some notes, quick successions of thoughts and save the thing as a draft.
Days, Weeks, Months, Years later I look through my draft posts. Most often I can’t remember why I started them or what they even mean.
This is one of those cases. The title is interesting, the contents maybe. There is something there, but what.
Sometimes it takes a beer and pork fat to make one feel good – as in drugged good – or adrenaline good – fresh air good – take your pick: I take the latter two.
I was sitting outside
neightbors
grill
feeling the hight of a good film and beer
come home
make a quick salad
put on the music – transatlantic
dim the lights
make chicken
smalec
rice
so simple so good
register the domain name
mix the chicken – add spice –