7 years ago I attempted suicide.  I was sick.  And I've spent those years learning, practicing and discovering that helping yourself really isn't all that cheesy.

April 4th was a fine day.  Anxiety to make it good enough though.  Add in lethargy and I almost didn't make it about life.  I photographed the old ferry just outside of Mission, BC.  Had the Heterosexual Life Parter as company & ate Greek food.




Oh!  And there's always a Bot.

...many horns and many faces all jeering and... 

these drugs are quick...

*what is the end game?

*why is it always a rabbit?

*Six Feet, a red flag??

*Why do I fight when I don't want the prize?

*What do I fight for?.. addiction

Actions speak louder than words.

Yes dear one, but words are powerful and can compliment the actions.

Random thoughts this early morning, trying to get back into writing... distracting myself
from a 2 year old.

There are a few places to explore that I now know are out there, namely an old hydro powerhouse and an abandoned ferry just outside of Mission on the mighty Fraser River.
Keeping in mind that I stared longingly at Woodlands for a year before it burnt to the ground.  A missed opportunity, a regret felt.  Remember the rush of West Lawn?  The pride, the passionate thought of being inside of her.

Could it be possible to feel the need to write supported by the new MacBook?  Yep, I've gone back to my roots, a more personal feel to a system.  And voila here I am sitting at the kitchen table letitng the fingers fly free.  Now to concern myself with content...

Perhaps a new series of characters to be introduced; such as the Bot, The Donkey (previously known as the Poet) and the Beard, the Punk, Heterosexual Life Partner and my wife.  Life is full, for good or bad it is full.
And I am finally free.

Unfortunately the elder blog is no more, It cannot be continued, perhaps a technological blessing?  In the End it's all nice has ended, and it's been nice.