Batman

Batman Pancakes at the Frontier Restaurant on Central somewhere between the twilight's. The life map had a big X smudged with melted lipstick marking the spot. It's the kind of place where epiphanies rain down like spilled marbles racing for the gutter. As you pass the savant on the sidewalk practicing his favorite Tae Kwon Do moves, the florescent light inside reaches out like a savior. Radiation bathes your soul. No matter what you order, it looks like it has cancer. One wonders if it would have been wiser to wander the airport until the food court opened. Danielle breezed off to Canada to visit her new husband and to star in a horror movie. After three cups of warm black water with white sugar, Batman appeared. It was a sign as good as any sign you may have read about. Back out in the street an exchange of smiles glancing through the glare of the downtown night sky. Pulling away from the curb, Johnny Cash sang about being a sinner all the way through the best squealing u-turn the rental car had to offer. 60 and rising in a 35. Sucking the wine right out of the vine.....