Ailing in the Old Town

Shouldn’t have told young Riley the doc this morning it was a boring town. What meaning could it have had for the chap? No call for it. Likely the man would have known of Yogyakarta without the nowhere near Bali. Nice guy easy to tell, tough gig on the revolving door, Mondays especially. Sometimes it gushes out, impossible to curb. Man knows he’s got a slippery customer, flickering eyes monitoring from the chair behind the mask. The sport, alcohol, car-dependent suburbia was the summary in the car afterward for telepathic explanation—for starters at least.