It was cold down at the shopping center today. So cold that my coffee would only stay hot for a short time. Ferret joined me as we shivered and sat just outside the automatic doors of the grocery store. With each opening of those doors, we would get a blast of warm and comforting air. It felt wonderful.
Ferret was drinking today as is pretty common for him. He was pouring liberal dollops of Southern Comfort liquor into his coffee. My old alcoholic brain went into overtime as various drunken scenarios played out in my mind. That alcoholic coffee sure looked good. I would have loved nothing more than to take a few stiff drinks to chase the cold away. I didn't though. I've come too far. I am too scared of those terrible anxiety attacks that the alcohol brings on.
Me and Ferret got on the subject of my Rosa while we sat. A subject dear to my heart.
"You two just seem right for each other," Ferret told me of Rosa, slurring his words.
"Thanks. She's just so much older than me though," I replied. "That worries me."
"You are lucky, man," Ferret said. "That woman loves you. I wouldn't worry about the age."
"I want to have kids someday and Rosa is way past having kids," I replied selfishly.
"You can always adopt," Ferret said and Ferret was right. "People put too much emphasis on having kids anyway."
Big S showed up for a short while. He was listening to his walkman and smoking cigarettes. The cold chased him back home, though, to his sister and her five kids. Me and Ferret both chuckled as we saw Big S slink across the parking lot headed for home. It always amazes me how much Big S walks for being so overweight.
The cold finally got to me as well. I shivered as I bid Ferret goodbye and walked home listening to that spurious right-wing talk radio -- the only thing on the radio these days. I scoffed so many times listening -- wondering who in the hell actually believes all that propaganda and bullshit. People do, though, and hang on their every word. I listen for the comedy factor.