Finally, a couple of days off from my industrial occupation, I sit at the 6 place hardwood, rectangular table, alone, randomly gazing out the half octoganle bay window. Looming thunderheads, purple and black. Swirling, contrasting the lush vibrant green of the lawn.
Condensate slowly trickles down the thick short glass of scotch and tonic. Inviting, assuring.
I allow my mind to wander, and, inevitably, thoughts of San Jose creep into focus, a smokey beckoning of memories not yet made, a small pang of excitement quells, soothes, the routine of life as I think on my slot in time soon coming at Sportsmens.
Slowly, deliberately, I unscrew mi Romeo y Julieta,..and savor the scent and taste with my tongue the skin of the tobacco
My mind wonders,
This is a test to see if i can copy and paste a trip report, thanks for your time amigo...
