It's been a strange few days. I need to get back on track. I need to get it through my head that there are just people out there who are my kryptonite. My Waterloo. Nemesis material, no matter how much I want it to be different. Why do I have such a hard time with that?
It's a hot summer day and I have been reminiscing about those mechanical horses with those quarter boxes. You could pop a quarter in and just be rocked and lulled into a trance while the horse's motor just sort of hummed and clanked along. For just a few minutes you could just sit there and pretend to be somewhere else.
Where did all those mechanical horses go, anyway?