So the Pour House cafe is closing in Westminster on Wednesday.  I was already planning on going to town tomorrow, I may be going tonight as well, just to see the place again and enjoy it before it closes it's doors for good.  God, so much of my life over the last four years was lived on that back patio, or in those comfy chairs, or around the cafe ( Read more... )

I have the urge to pick up an accoustic guitar and write preposterously sad songs. I'm not sure what I'm doing right now, I guess I'll decide that when I've stopped seeing so much red. Trying to reason with me right now would be a bad idea. I'm torn, between staying and leaving. I don't know what I'm going to do, and I don't like it ( Read more... )