Sure, our own petty bullshit gets in the way, but sometimes we have to clear the mud off the windshield and look at something else for a while. Until then, lets give a moment of thanks for someone who truly did things his own way. 
Is that all it takes? ( a public apology to Enoch)
American History XX
Nothing special
Buster’s Take
Depressed Part 2
This was a difficult page to create. And it is only the start of this short, miserable little fucking Birthday story. 
Depressed.
Depressed.
Briot
I’m Still Here
Life is wearing on me.
I’m moving out at the end of the week. Into a tiny room in a small basement. Just when you think you have got it figured out, and you can take a nap on your own couch in your own home in the middle of the day with no worries, along comes Life with a knife in his hands and he jams it into your brain and he gleefully shouts “Not today, fat boy!”. Funny thing is, I always knew this day was coming. Or rather, this series of days which will usher me into the next phase of an already unsettled life. 
