I don't know what it is about bike riding in this city that is so absolutely different than other places, but it is nothing short of magic to leave your house, get on the path 2 block away, find yourself riding along the river with the sound of frogs everywhere and being snowed on by little white and pink petals.
Life is seemingly better today. Sunshine and bike rides and going to bed early. Plus, I downloads 183 greatest 80's hits and am listening to The Prentenders.
I have such a hard time getting around the idea of suicide. It's not like C was such a good friend of mine...it was more the thought that he was somehow so miserable, even for the 5 minutes it took him to load the gun, that he just couldn't deal with life anymore. It's a terrible thought...that life could be so bad. And it saddens me beyond belief
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I am going about my daily life, getting ready for a solo show tomorrow, doing my thing, daily routine...blah, blah, blah. And someone, who is from my hometown, decides to hang himself
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