Almost two months since I last wrote anything? Damn! That's just like me. Nobody's reading this shit - they can't be. In the last two months I've been a bad husband and father, a jack-ass, a helluva teacher, a lover, a fighter, and pink-dragon maker. (what's that mean? - none of your damn business) I don't usually curse. People that curse should have a theorsaurs chained to their necks, and forced to use it. But, today - fuck it, I don't care. Maybe that's my whole damn problem.

I had so many days when I had nice things to say here. Something to inspire, uplift, enrage. Anything to affect! Now, all I've got is an empty checkbook, a failing relationship, my Adderall, and the sweet feel of the wind outside on my skin. Younger me would have thought that was enough. This me thinks it's all bullshit.......I miss younger me.