Life is Short

This Friday I learned that an anquentance of mine from the 1950's Western Bar passed from this life and is no longer with us. Motorcycle accident Monday night.

A moment of silence.

Rambling on about much of nothing.

I can only imagine what it's like to have a child of my own. The joy and innocence that surrounds me everyday can soften the coldest of hearts. Which reminds me... is the working title of my novella. Cold, Heartless & without Remorse.

Last night Grey met his friend J.A.De for a drink and to talk.

J.A.De: People are not like you and I

GREY: What do you mean?

J.A.De: You see things that normally others might not see.

GREY: Explain

J.A.De: Intuition of some sort... A six sense about your surroundings.

GREY: What if I don't see what your saying... no intuition there.

Blah Thursday

After work I went out for some Jasmine tea. Now I'm at home drinking a few beers before crashing for the night.

The Living Museum was fun. Pictures talking and interacting with the visitors.

Mostly... It was a good day.