I deleted everyone and everything I was following on Twitter. It seemed like it was all scurrying past me like rats through an alleyway. Eventually the list will repopulate, differently. Doing my best not to be rat-like on Madison Street today, I dropped some change in a purple-hatted man’s empty cup who said he liked my shirt. I was wearing pink. “Really, you like this,” I offered. “I want the Lord to take me right now,” he said. All I had for him was, “I think you’re gonna be alright.” He picked up and walked away.
