i bought a book one day

it was a simple day or maybe not; maybe it started out complicated; maybe i had a mini existence crisis, too much time and not knowing what to do, anxiety, slow breaths, sexually deviant thoughts, but the sun was out so I roamed all the way to Milwaukee’s north west side or I took a bus. I forget. Maybe I was at a baseball card show at Gonzaga Hall, inside the St. Alyosius Church on 92nd Street. I can’t remember all the details except that I wound up at a book store and bought a book about Harry Houdini, detailed enough for adults, but simple for kids too. He was born up north in Appleton, Wisconsin. Then I walked into the valley and looked at some trains or maybe I’m combining different days from my past?