If Leadbelly asked me where I slept last night, I could say. “On the ground.” Someday we’ll look back on the Great Loft Debacle of the Year Ought Two and laugh. I want to ask forgiveness of the folks that helped carry and assemble it and to any brave young souls who climbed into it.
The book on the bed is Dostoyevsky’s “The Gambler” which I personally found a little dry.