the last time i left the...

the last time i left the filthy CD cubby here i discovered a lovely, long honey colored roach on the back of my jacket (albeit almost four hours later in a neiman marcus). but i shambled back in after a most unpleasant (and expensive)stop at my car mechanics in a foul mood on a cold and dark late afternoon and was immediately bathed in that familiar warm glow and embryonic embrace that only a SC (in a cold and indifferent world) can supply...lights were low, music was good, santas and snowmen and candles were festooned everywhere, my cold brew was set up instantly with a smile and an olive skinned honey was dangling her money maker inches from my formerly miserable mug...and i remembered why i've loved these dens of iniquity all these years...balm for the lonely, the distraught, the disconnected, shelters in the storm of life full of ministering (and mercenary) angel/whores engaged in that sweet exchange of temporary sensual solace for that smelly green paper people call money...everyone's just survivin' the best way they know how...even the cockroaches....