So when I revived this site, I thought it’d be a place for music and fiction. Well, truth is stranger than fiction. (Some say we’re stranger than both.)

There are some other reasons I’ve put this site back together. Two of them are currently twelve and fifteen. This next story is not for them.

Why is it here? Well, I sat down to write something new and I found this on the page instead, so I guess that means it’s next on the menu. (I also wonder what that means for the next time I sit down at my keyboard, but that’s another concern.) The story is not light, or uplifting. But it’s real.

I doubt there’s a moral – my stories don’t tend to have points, let alone morals – but if there is one, it might be: keep your peoples close; do everything you can to prevent them from drifting away. Also: no matter what the fuck else you do don’t give up, on yourself in particular or the world in general. Keep ya head up.

I’ve got people I love more than the Earth itself who have drifted away from me, and I regret that every fucking day. I’ve also got peoples that are still close to me that I’ve known since I was six years old, which at this point is probably fifteen years older than the last living dinosaur and maybe some twenty years younger than God, so I guess I’m not a complete loss. And above all I’m still here, dammit, despite my body’s best efforts to the contrary.

But these bastards: they’re gone from my life. And I miss them terribly.