I had to pick up office supplies yesterday and the CD player in my car wasn’t working. It was soaked. I have parked outside for years. Never has it been soaked. This only from dew from the night before. Baffled.

Nevermind the fact that the day before I had gotten a speeding ticket and patted down for drugs (felt like I was in high school again, and then, like now, I’m clean), that it rained all weekend, or the fact that I didn’t have enough sleep, for the whatevereth night in a row, or the fact that I, again, did not photograph a project I had intended on. No music, no nothing.
I bought some photo paper to print on, walked back into my car, and the African tunes of Angelique Kidjo started right up. Music. music.
Fuck. relief. Everything feels better. I told my roommate I’d buy him a beer, simply because I had music again. Not even the red light could get me down.