You ever had one of those days where your brain runs 90 miles a minute.

Yup.

Chatty with the co-workers. I’m never all chatty with the co-workers … at least not the way I was this morning. New York City, movies, “Star Wars,” music. Nothing of consequence. Blah.

One of my neighbors died. He hadn’t been in good health anyway. It’s sad. He and his wife had been married for around 48 years. They seemed good together.

Focus out. Not in.

Stormy day. Rain coming down in sheets. Thunder rolling from the ridges. It echoes.

Evil has been back on the brain again as well. He never seems to stay far away for some reason. I wish that I knew why. I shouldn’t have looked at those pictures last night. Two years ago … yeah, you heard that right … two whole years ago. A birthday party the coolest of friends. It makes me sad to think about how he made (and makes) me act. I wonder if he knows just how obsessed I am? I know that only I can change that. Right. Easier said than done apparently.

“I want to be a kid again
Combed down hair and Sunday best
See me staying out bunking school
Knowing wrong from right just rules

My mother never told …”
Sneaker Pimps – Bloodsport [7.37 MB]