I’m the guy with the three rusty Saabs in the driveway. Two of them without licence plates. I always buy Saabs, they’ve proven good for me. .. And the two—I’m gonna rebuild them. Gonna.
Just after the waiter brought me the soup a man came into the café. He had a small rucksack and an instrument, hadn’t shaved for some days. Carried himself humbly. He didn’t order anything but went straight downstairs, where the restrooms are. Shortly afterwards, on his way out, every step an effort not to be noticed. As the door closed behind him he stopped for just a moment on the steps outside, as if he […]