39 is a multiple of 13.
i came upon a couple of jazz dudes playing on telegraph on my way home today.
i have to say, i needed the smile they put on my face today.
feelin’ agro. a final tomorrow. no major crisis but edgy nonetheless.
at first i tried to get them surreptitiously.
then of course i weighed the ethics of such an action.
i thought of asking but fear had his hand over my mouth.
i struggled but eventually freed myself.
told ’em about this here thing and…
sometimes it’s hard to reach out. sometimes my fear tells me no.
but life seems better when i do.