I saw a mouse on our balcony. It was dark and I didn’t’ want to get near so I poked it with a brush. It moved. The other one wanting to know what I was doing, freaked when I told him. I went inside to put on my shoes, get the dustpan and brush in case I had to get rid of it, and went back outside where I concluded that it must have died as it wasn’t moving at all. Feeling braver, I went closer.
It was a ****** leaf. A BLOODY LEAF.
Geezuz, I really can’t see without my glasses, that or I’m getting some weird kind of flashbacks, like Tim Robbins in Jacobs Ladder, though I don’t think Monday night at the Ritz compares to the Vietnam War really.





