“And some things you just can’t speak about.”
Some fireman gave me these beads in Delray today 
I have had the smell of the cancer center in my nose all day.
It just hit me that he might have gotten his box of Paddy’s day beads from a hospital.
“The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters
But no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl.”
Man no wonder why I am in tears.
I thought it was because my espresso martini was sucky.
Or because… on my way to Rose’s Daughter (my Gram was Rose so Rose’s Daughter was Wobin), the restaurant…
I heard “Grandpa Tell Me Bout the Good Old Days.”
A song Grampy loved.
Good old days, indeed.
Back before Mama Judd shot herself and Harvey Weinstein sexually assaulted Ashley Judd and exiled her from Hollywood. Before my Judd was a dud.
Before everyone I love died.
I just had a bad couple days at work, the one thing I lived for.
I put this job before all of them.
And now it’s like that’s what I gave my all to, and not my family? Really?
No wonder I drink.