.27) Dispatch From The Field Office

No 'field office' like Burger King in the off-hours. They even turn off the muzak to save money. But I glance around at the other clientele: The punchy guy in the rainbow suspenders is here. I saw him here last time, then again when I stopped at Target on my way home; and there's the homeless woman with her trusty backpack who does her daily ablutions in the ladies' bathroom. I wonder, are these my mirror, my soul twins? Have I eclipsed myself into a fast-food delusion, joining this culture of nomads seeking a Bargain and wandering from soda fountain to soda fountain? Still, I'm happy as a child, with my free refills a notebook, pen, book, some drawing paper and a window out which I keep tabs on the world going by. I feel like a king, here in my ringside seat on Creation.