Forbidden Pez – part 2, continued from Jan 6, 2003
It had been a week since the harmonic convergence. He was living in the quiet greasy vacuum created in the wake of the event. It was as if he was now drafting, helmetless and with no hands on the bars, on his old orange Apollo ten-speed behind a gleaming semi trailer with rose flavoured exhaust. Nothing resisted the flow of his days when he had this momentum. Maybe it was the momentum of a complete life. He had known for the past few hard years that a meaningful relationship was increasingly unlikely. Once this was resolved he had reduced his expectations and rationalized his introversion to lofty heights. He honed his expertise at being alone. Now he had
