Friends … who needs them? Nobody in particular should take offense at that statement for I am in a bad frame of mind. I had the same ole poison put into my head on Saturday night while I was drunk. Why is it in our nature’s to comment and make suggestions on situations and people we know nothing about? I was was told to hope yet again. Hope. It’s the most vile, evil word in the English language. My dreams Saturday night blurred the line between the reality and the impossible. We sat together and I ran my fingers through his hair and everything was good. It seemed so real. But, the slow hours of Sunday proved that my brain had tricked me while I slept. Yes. I saw He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named too much this weekend.