The heat. All anyone can talk about is the heat. It boils us down. My clothes get drenched.
I debate showering before work. I think about it.
But I don't do it.
Instead I stay in bed with Her. I call realty agencies. I smoke cigarettes on the back porch in my underwear. Nothing else.
Too hot for anything else.
Am I drinking enough water?
And these days pass easy enough. I'm concerned. Overly concerned about too many things. But it all passes. I wipe it all from my brow.
I hate the summer.