"They are all scare and no substance … like a long shadow, but no one's there." - 'Drew, in his political observation noir phase.
His huge bulk wedged inside a telephone booth, he was fuming into the phone over some isolated I cant even remember. The diner’s diners were trying not to notice this frantic man. I was reminded of Twains’s, let us pull the curtain of charity over the moment. The booth conversation ended and he rocked the booth violently to get the folding door open, obviously a well practiced trick, and headed for his stool and the truckers plate waiting at the counter. Then someone hollered HI TINY! I read the booth guys face; absolute glee …. Why are all these huge guys named TINY?
Wierd; how I can remember what is going to happen, but fail to bring up what's past - say, my little brothers birthday is going to be on the 12 of march, but I cant remember when it was last year.
Then I remember I do not have a little brother.
Only a pawn in the big picture.