I wake up late and grey. I can hear sunlight burning outside my door. I walk through warm wind to the liquor store. I make another trip to the store hours later. Fog is fogging out of the park. I see the landlord walking his dog; I try to conceal the bagged bottle under my arm. Back in secret motel, I accomplish very little and go grey with the rest of my complexion. I don't sleep well and resolve to practice more.