he had a lot to say

                   had a backlog of pages front an back scribbled with whatever he could laid his hands on pen pencil crayon magicmarker highlighter those were fun pastel ghostly

                                                                     yet there were times when he went to sit to fullfill them embellish the twothree words lone sentence idea paragraph rare before he reached them something new tripped across his brainstubbed their toeoccured to him

spark struck

fire lit

       anhe was off without apology to those patient stacked pages theyd understand thats how they were conceived oddballvagrants sitting on a curb park bench loitering too long  Yare coming me buddy Resist anIll brain ya they came along quietly professing they had only just sat down a moment to rest theyd tell their story he didnt interruptdidnt tell them Tell it to the judge he was judgejuryexecutioner he listened anif their story was really compelling he went a more circuitous way   Are we there yet? like small children   No in a bit

           Are we there yet?

Whad I just tell ya

In a bit.

Yes In a bit

    Are we there yet?

                              once they were scribbledaffixed their story posited they became patient waited their turn

Man, cat certainly has a lot to say.

That’s bullshit, he’s got A D D, attention deficit disorder.

Yamean ADHD?

H?

Hyperactivity, they’re call it that now.

Nah, ADD; I’ve been wait a long time.     

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