The Nightly News

There is no news. We are learning how to eat reasonably healthy and easy with only two of us here, and a woman who no longer loves to cook. Fuck you, Vincent Santiago. We come home, feed pets, cobble together a dinner that is simple, maybe do a load of laundry, watch TV, fall asleep. In the morning, we have a hard time getting out of bed and getting ourselves going. Fuck you, Vincent. I amuse myself by surfing web motorcycle sites of any and all kinds. When I get a motorcycle will I drive off down the road and find some other reality? No. But it is something new and may serve as a distraction or might cause some part of my heart to reawaken. It's been five months of a life sentence to love and miss our boy. Man, this is one fucking cruel world. Don't let anyone bullshit you.

Dream World

No effort at analyis here. Maybe later. I had this dream a few months ago and just found my email notes written the next day.

"Seth was a bad seed, Started as a young boy. He was just a rascal causing trouble. Wound up shooting people despite our best efforts. He was living in streets as a youngster, 10 or 12. I kept trying to save him and protect him. At some point I turned him in to police. Then he was out of jail and standing next to me, like in a hollow tree or something. he had a cup full of gas and set it on fire to throw on me in revenge, but someone next to me poked him with a stick and the flaming liquid spilled onto him and he started to burn....but I reached into the tree crying "no, no" and pulled him to my chest frantically clutching him to me while beating out the flames with my hands. He had longish hair and was now a grown man. I awoke with my arms wrapped around my own chest."