Hours go by. Nothing arrives. Slow pacing. Gritting of teeth. I've spent 
too much time alone and now as the time approaches, nothing. Nothing: 3000 
pounds, a handshake and a goodbye. I wish I could be back where I was a 
couple of years ago. Happier. Always tired these days, waiting for some 
ice cool consolation. My head is blocked. Too many worries, time spent 
alone. Hours go by. 




tell me a story