Snow going by the window. People with decent priorities.
The girl from Ipanema.
The Melvins. The Kinks. Bobby Womack.
Ghostbusters. Glengarry Glen Ross.
Whatever Mike's watching when I stagger in.
Amy Hempel. I am almost affraid to read anymore of those stories. The book and I are having a stare down across the room. It knows I am nervous.
Anyone not a villain or idle among the great unwashed.