his scandalous career

I had to leave after the first set of the clarksville jazz session held tonight so I could ensure that I'd get back to my place in time to grab my stuff and catch the bus to work. The wet street, the damp, chill air, the handful of drinks buzzing in my belly and the muted trumpet still blowing in my ear all made me blink with nervous delight and love for my city at night. I passed one of the many newly constructed apartment buildings on fifth street and for a moment contemplated the rent and getting a second job to pay it until I caught myself. I love this place but I can't stay here any longer. *love, r.