It's been a long time. Unfortunately I have trashed my previous writings, so I have no idea where I left off. I have had a habit of trashing things without thinking and then trying to remember what I threw out. Oh well, such is the life I choose.

Things happen and they don't. I really don't know what I could say here that would be interesting to anyone, but I guess it doesn't hurt just to rattle off a few thoughts like you would shake snow off your pant leg as you walk into the house. It leaves a bit of wetness, but it will soon be forgotten.

It's been quite a while since I have felt any creative thoughts moving around up there, but it seems to have been coming along for a while now. My 'art" to me is always like a long lost friend. Once in a while you lose touch, but when you meet up again it's like things haven't changed. You know what I mean, I know you do.

Speaking of friends, and long lost types, I have to share some thoughts. I have some friends. I have some I have known forever, some who are my family and some that I keep in my thoughts as wonderful people who have crossed my life and taught me at least something along the way. Many of my friends (I believe) are people I have traveled with through most of my existence. I also believe that some of them that I have met here for only a short time have come from the same place. All people you meet in life should be regarded as a learning experience. I think that everyone should be treated with the same respect you would treat your dearest friend. Sure, you might not know them for long, but a few minutes can change a whole life.

Some people think friendship is meant to be something that means more than it does. A lot of women I have met think friendship means sex and marriage. I don't know, maybe they have read too many books or met some shitty people in their life. I have been accused of thinking I think I think too much and some have accused me of living in La-la land. I have discovered that this is not true at all. Most people I have met mindfuck themselves over silly things and let the real important things slip through their fingers like shit through a tin can.

Relationships, relationships, blah blah blah. Happiness isn't found in somebody who digs you. That is as much of a band-aid as….well, a band-aid. The band-aid doesn't heal you, you heal yourself. The plastic sticker with the padding just covers up the boo-boo until you heal your own body so other crap doesn't hurt you more. Yeah, it's a cliché' but it is true and a lot of people still don't get it, someone can dig you until the cows come home, but until you dig yourself, it means shit.