...and in one second we lost 2 friends...

All day yesterday I had been busy recovering from the night before.
You see, while I was laughing and having fun they were taking their last breaths.

I found out via Facebook because I hadn't been in the mood to answer the phone. It hurt me. When it became a good time to call people back, it hurt more.

I imagined them getting in the car.
They were very close friends so I imagine that they at least smiled talking about something trivial while driving to that destination they would never reach. During those last minutes they probably looked at each other. And just like that it was over.

Then I thought of Stone Temple Pilots. And again I thought of them. One died on impact and the other on the way to the hospital. Again I thought of STP.

"If you should die before me -Ask if you can bring a friend" sang Scott Wyland...

He did. He could.
And if we are sad over this tragic loss- a double loss- they spent the last of their time here on earth in good company and no matter where they are now, they are probably together. And this very fact leads me to believe they are alright...

They will be missed.

In loving memory of Cesar and Joy.

i like being the one to say goodbye first though...

I wish you were here...

I am just going to say one thing...

If Obama secures the Democratic nomination, I'm voting for McCain.

I never thought I would go the Ann Coulter way...

Bow in the presence of greatness...

Tonight @ WPB...

I have had a ticket for months...
I know it's a huge venue...
if only I could bring myself to go...

Non, je ne regrette rien...

Some time ago, I wrote a book. I used to say that it was me telling the most beautiful story every told but it was really me just telling a story that I never wanted to forget. A story that I wanted to share with the entire world because just like at times it brought out the worse in me, it also brought out the very best out of me.

I wrote the story and I didn't even bother to change the names (though I did put it under fiction in case my memory was pulling a James Frey on me). I wrote this fabulous story that defined and proved every abstract concept I believed in. I wrote this incredible story and one day I deleted it because I didn't want anyone else to read it.

It really was kinda' personal...
(but even so, that was a really stupid move on my part)

After that long writing break I took earlier this year, I started writing it again but the story is not as good as it was. Or I can't tell it in the same way. I know that I feel very differently about all that now; but that shouldn't affect the memory of how that really went- if that makes any sense. Though maybe it is that it has stopped being so personal...

I like pictures. They are evidence of a particular point in time.
Writing, not so much.

Today!!

Maybe I should have trained a little for this one...
3.2 miles is nothing though.