:: Tuesday, May 10, 2005 ::

WHERE AM I AND WHY DOES THIS BEER TASTE SO GOOD?
:: < Tortured > 11:20 PM [+] ::
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Been a long time since I faced the truth. Uncovering things in my life that make me uncomfortable. We are a selfish breed no doubt, selfish and without self control. Again and again we prove that we, society as a whole cannot handle the intamacy of life. Watching as we move, move out of the family homestead, we see the little things, the reminders of how fast life is, of how we only realize what' missing when it's gone. Tragic, tragic the games played, hurtful and deceitful, he is. I miss my Dad and my Brother. I read the notes I wrote Jeff when he was in fourth grade camp. So silly, I probably bitched when my mom made me write it. But to hear the words again, to hear them with an untainted mind....to see the D&D books, the comics, the star wars toys....

God, I would give anything to be there again, to be there when the only thing that mattered was who was dungeon master and who had the most hit points......
:: < Tortured > 4:02 PM [+] ::
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