Through the cloud in my sick head I heard someone first ring my doorbell and then bang on the door like the damn police. Annoyed and clad in only a tee shirt and a pair of boxer shorts I went to the door and snatched it open, ready to give the person on the other side of it a piece of my mind. There stood the UPS man with a box in his hand and that little mechanical deal they have you sign your name on now.
“I have a package for McQeen?” He said it like it was a question. He obviously knew he wasn’t saying my name right.
“Who?”
Instead of trying to pronounce it again, he thrust the package at me so I could read the name myself. It was addressed to me and it was from Amazon.com. Funny, I didn’t remember ordering anything.
I tore open the box and inside was “The Portable Beat Reader” edited by Ann Charters. A good friend hooked me up.
This made my day. I was sad and feeling sorry for myself earlier. Now I have a book to curl up with. Makes it much better.
Thanks friend. Not just for the book, but for being a friend.
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