It’s a gray Friday in Little Italy today. The sun can’t break through the clouds and it’s chilly, around 55. I picked up some supplies for the bathroom and stood at the bus stop wishing I had the money for a few beers at Armand’s across the street; but I won’t have any new fun money until the last Friday of this month.
I’ve accepted the fact that I like to have my fun (hanging out at Armand’s and karaoke at Nico’s) at the beginning of the month even if I’m broke by the middle of the month. I get my money at the beginning of the month, I pay my bills and buy supplies and then I have my fun for two weeks.
When you’re single you can live two weeks of fun followed by two weeks of none. Next Friday I’ll start doing my breathing and stretching exercises again in anticipation of karaoke the last Saturday of this month. I get my money the last Friday of this month and the cycle will start all over again. Yes, dear reader, the Old Soldier is a very flawed human being.
I’m far more disciplined about working on this magazine than I am about my money. This magazine is my obsession. I think about it all the time and this Friday is no different. It is a different kind of magazine for adults. It’s a serious magazine. It’s a cutting edge magazine. Once again, I think of Andy Warhol as my inspiration.
Not that Andy Warhol would have had anything to do with a magazine like the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction, but I like to think Andy Warhol would have given me credit for trying to be provocative.
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This is the Old Soldier reporting on an overcast Friday in Pittsburgh.