November 18, 2004
Dear Mr. Bush,
It rained today and it was warm, warmer than it's been in a while. Warm enough that I was able to go out in just a light jacket and a T-shirt, instead of bundled in a heavy jacket and hat. And it was that warmth--that soggy, wet heat that envelops you like a steamed towel--that seemed to announce, even as you stepped through the door, that today was gonna be trouble.
And it was trouble, but trouble of the best kind. The kind that you know--you just know--will follow you and haunt you and you will never want it to go away, because sometimes there's no better place to be than in trouble.
Yours,
Dan
It rained today and it was warm, warmer than it's been in a while. Warm enough that I was able to go out in just a light jacket and a T-shirt, instead of bundled in a heavy jacket and hat. And it was that warmth--that soggy, wet heat that envelops you like a steamed towel--that seemed to announce, even as you stepped through the door, that today was gonna be trouble.
And it was trouble, but trouble of the best kind. The kind that you know--you just know--will follow you and haunt you and you will never want it to go away, because sometimes there's no better place to be than in trouble.
Yours,
Dan
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