Today is a walk day, Billy thought.

And so he did.

Now and then a thought popped into this head and he tried giving up the struggle of paying attention to them.  

He also bumped into Wally, the guy who told me he had double knee replacement surgery last year but now says no, he just had one knee replaced . Is it a story to use a Disabled Parking Pass? Seems like bullshit to me.

Fuck trusting in statements from strangers, Billy thought.

Where is the thinker? Attention? Choice in what we pay attention to? Sad or happy thoughts?

Put aside the struggle of past and future thoughts. Be present and fuck him.