Dunkin Donuts

I'm at Dunkin Donuts dunking a donut, for the experience. Letting my memories pass through me. Not repressing any of them. I'm pretending to be a scientist of the mind. It's not fun though. Makes you glad spreadsheets have functions! Somewhere in the donut crumbs stirring around in my coffee is a hidden key to the messages in my head. There must be a rhythm to all the misunderstandings and misapprehensions. But just as soon as I think I've found some answers a damn truck drives buy and vibrates the windows and the tables and distracts me, or some saucy ass walks by on the street. Maybe I should go somewhere else. No, damn it, I should be able to do this here. The answers are wrapped in the distractions now that I think about it. They are everywhere. Doesn't matter where I go. Focus. Don't focus. Balance the two. I'm Evel Knievel of the mind! Maybe I'll look for a job today. I should stay here and keep at this though. I'm on the verge of something. I know it.