Friday, January 21
Our next-door neighbors had two sons. The golden boy died an early death of a brain hemorrhage, and the survivor is a fifty-year-old crack addict who spends some weeks wandering up and down the block by day and sleeping on his parents' porch in a plastic lawn chair by night. This morning I noticed a beer can in the breakfast tray on our porch and knew immediately where it came from. Either that or Simon found it on the sidewalk and put it aside to be taken out with the recycling next Tuesday. The answer lies at the other end of this question: Do crackheads drink Fireside Chat brand Spiced Winter Ale?