It’s a beautiful night tonight to bring out an introspective mood. I went to the Ems game earlier with my parents. Edward and his son were supposed to join us but they decided they didn’t want to go. I was rather pissed off and yelled at them; it looks like they just stayed home and got high on VH1. My parents and I left the game early before the Ems turned inside out. I grabbed a big soda and bean and cheese burrito at the game so I went to work for a time and then came home to sit up and wait for the lunar eclipse. I pissed in the backyard and then sat outside reading Letters to a Young Poet as the moon slowly slipped into shadow. Then I wandered the neighborhood for a while - watching the stars and the orange moon,  wondering why my neighbor had their television on. I wandered around for a time with my hand in my waistband like an old man - a sudden habit of mine over the last couple of days. I stood in a rather introspective mood, not depressed but a strange feeling of craving a change - maybe craving a mistake. I remained staring at the moon for probably half an hour, watching it throb as my vision blurred occasionally. Every cricket and train whistle was celebrating the moon’s change.  Then I saw a shooting star and went inside and played Bob Dylan’s “Shooting Star.”

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