Good, Bad, Ugly

 I am sitting in my room on my computer. Only it is not exactly my computer anymore. My account fritzed and all that's left of the last year's worth of work is well nothing. Not one single word of the thousands that spilled onto this hard drive remain, not a song, not a photo, not that video of Marco confessing to be a drug addict as we paddle boated around Lake Merrit.

There ain't shit to be done so let the sleeping dogs lay:

I lost my father's knife. I am an asshole. Worse even. Of the few remaining items which once belonged to him, that I treasured beyond all others. There is no replacement.

*My Heartbreaks*

This is me now this morning. Can you see Sampson on the bed? he is lazy today but has missed me. He is the world's best bear.