I was drinking coffee on the porch thinking about my job-getting strategy.
A man walked to the New Hampshire mart and I felt that he had less to worry about than me.
Then he walked back carrying a Big American Beer in a brown bag at 1030am.
Then I felt better about myself.
Then I remembered while I was checking my email in the morning I drank half a glass of beer that was setting there from the night before w/ out thinking much about it.
It smelt good.