Charlie looked at me from across a rickety table, sipping on what I guess is his 5th cup of coffee that morning. I run into him at the coffee shop often. We talk of motorcycles and the weather. We talk of pretty women and work. Typical guy talk....

I lay, sleepless, on this warm summer night. Long past midnight, the dew on the grass spots my back. I reflect on how much better I could have done.  How much better she could have done.  I try to live my life without regret, but in such a foggy mind such as this, how can one not brood upon past transgressions.