COME ON DJ PLAY THAT SONG. Navigate using the bars above. And the funny thing is it has no end. I try to call you up, at 2am. In a crowded bar, your ringer tones. I can see you through the phone,. The phone, the phone. At home, at home. The bourbon on my breath. My breath, my breath.

A collection of the thoughts, musings, and life journey of a writer. The first which came back yesterday and the latter which came back this morning.

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new . If I could save time in a bottle. Just to spend them with you. If I could make days last forever. If words could make wishes come true. Again, I would spend them with you. But there never seems to be enough time. To do the things you want to do once you find them.

Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands. Tuesday, September 11, 2007. Having my first beer of the week. A fun and good thing. And i had a chicken. and it tasted like it should have. As much as i used to. And i was thinking about writing this. And i was hoping it could be a good thing. And someone would read it and put.