Prayer From Hell

I started walking to the AA meeting on Sybrandt Road today. If you were to ask my mother to describe the weather in one word, she’d tell you “nice”. I’ve accepted that’s what we call a fifty degree day in April. I didn’t feel in any way that today could, in my world, be described as “nice”. Anyway, I gave up on going to the meeting. I didn’t have the energy. I dropped off an application to The Whiting Hotel, downtown. I don’t think I’m going to get in. I’ve lived there before they started doing background checks and I’ve since become a convicted felon. I explained that when the felony happened, I was drunk, and I’m not out to cause trouble, that’s not my m.o.