As I was walking home, I encountered a friend. He had run out of pot, so he had drunk a couple Bloody Marys. Maybe it messed him up a bit.
When I had first met him, he said that Bisbee had good people.
“And those that aren’t?”
“We pray for them.”
This time I asked him if I could send him my blog entries. He said no. He never gets on the computer anymore, because it is the work of the devil. Nobody really communicates any more. They report details of their life on Facebook or a blog, but don’t talk to the guy across from them.
Ouch. Maybe now I am one of the guys he prays for.