just wonder when all the shit is going to stop flinging in my direction --or--
better yet, when will I have the ShitProof(tm) overcoat.

Letting go! Ah, there's the rub. Faith is shaken badly these days. Maybe that explains the Excrement Fest. Wish to rewind to July and stay there. Could've used another couple of nights of hedonistic partying to clear out the cobwebs.

But then, I wouldn't be the fine, upstanding citizen that I am. Hah!

Got Peace?
A.