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The reason we walked a half mile to the drug store after midnight on a cool fall night

it really is  my fault. You see I write longhand in a black and white speckled notebook

and tonight I have run out of India ink for my fountain pen. It is nothing special as far as pens go

it certainly is no Monte Blanc but it functions well enough for my purpose, at this moment its value is largely sentimental, it was a gift from a friend and that is reason enough to keep it safe.aa

The clerk looks up from whatever she is reading or texting or who knows it might have even been work but somehow I doubt it. She sees that it is us and I smile politely and keep on following my girl as the clerk goes back to whatever she is doing behind the counter.

We head to the art supply and office supply section, she seems to know exactly where she’s going so I tag along on her heels down bright Isles and polished tiles beneath the fluorescent lights of the CVX Wall Greens Key Rexall Eckard’s drugstore.

We get the ink and head to the front grabbing a six pack of soda on the way to the counter, I know this is her favorite flavor, there is no need to ask. Snag a bag of cheese chips she digs artificially flavored cheese. I get them because she likes them and she’s my old lady.

I look up liking the way she sways in the hips the way she’s built I like watching her walk in front of me the view is fucking amazing I never say anything to her she has a massive complex about her looks and I know she’s self conscious so I just admire the view from back here in silence.

set the soda and chips and ink on the counter we both get a pack of smokes each and we pay the girl behind the counter she ask

“are you guys artist or something? I’ve seen the two of you in here a few times before and it’s always stuff like this paper and ink and such. “

I reach into my jacket pocket and hand the girl a sheet of typing paper with the only copy I have of a poem. And walk out the door with my old lady.

We step out into the dark cool night air in silence as we each light a smoke. We walked across the dark parking lot. My old lady takes me by the hand, smiles and says

“you’re so cool.