The time is 4:10 in the morning. I am sitting on planet Earth with twenty pounds of housecat sprawled beside me. We are listening to Bob Dylan singing Hurricane.
A man can be wrongly convicted of
a crime he did not commit on this planet but the sky is often pretty.
At present, stars are pivoting
above me. Smarter people have named the
more prominent stars. The names are
difficult for me, so I make up my own. Blinky, for example.
When I was younger, I imagined
I would grow up to be a truck driver named Mack. I guess sitting here with my cat is the second-best
thing.
End of report.
—Mitchell Hegman
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