wtf

So... I've been writin like a madman in the paper journal. The one my lovely daughter gave me. I'm just not in the mood to be livin out loud so much right now, and it's never good to unload publicly when you're pissed off. It's just one of those 'when-it-rains-it-pours' sorta things.

Some of the best advice I ever heard was from a now-retired preacher. I said to him once that I felt like I was beating my head against the wall and I was tired of it. So he told me I should stop. That was it. Just "stop beating your head against the wall." Good idea, I thought. Because when you get right down to it, who really gives a rip anyway, right? And the truth is that nobody ever really knows the real story. So....................

Yeah...