May 31, 2008 at 4:50 pm (Sweet sticky things)

It was another one of those days. Been having a lot of them recently. I just wanted to hide. My last nerve got curb-stomped by the Dropkick Murphys about a week ago. If I go to where people know me, I may react poorly and unintentionally wreck a few lives. Where can I be invisible, away from home?

I’ve heard barbershops are wonderful social gathering spots. The rinse-sink is even better. While the choppin’ and moppin’ commenced, I stared at the wall and just thought. Thought some more. I *think* I was thinking. I typically dream happier than this.

Then I looked up and saw a smiling face I hadn’t seen since forever. I feared I may never see her again. I reached, touched. Real.

Still rassling with the whole ghost or angel question. Praying for the latter.

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