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.