Monday, March 26, 2007

Shotgun Shack


This morning I had to break into one of the guys' apartments to get him up and running. He's got a little pain pill and alcohol problem. We were kinda afraid he might have been dead, so I jimmied the slider and got in there. The apartment was a shambles, he was passed out on the sofa bed.

He's in a bad way.


I miss my family like a tooth that's been pulled. I worry at the sore spot day and night. I try to enjoy the silence and peace, but it gets old.


This world is one of beauty. And horror.

I love it for both.


I really do.



Blogger handandspiritstudio said...

i miss you REAL bad.
counting the days.

8:45 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Eight days and eight hours.
You got some serious foot rubbing coming your way, angel...



11:01 AM  

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