Status

With all of these bridges I've burned

And these badges I've earned

And the pages I've turned, well

You'd think that I'd learned.

All of the marvels I've seen

And the oceans between

And the stories I glean.

It's a shame

That I still feel the same.

Peace out.

Let it Out

I walked into McLanahan's the other day, I forget what I was going to buy, probably milk or something like that. It's cold and I think I had somewhere else I wanted to be, so I walking as quickly as possible. Like usually of late, I was wearing the black zip-up sweatshirt that Ryan got me this Christmas underneath the black paramilitary jacket that Jess got me Christmas of 2007. Right as I walked in the door, I saw two employees walking down the aisle toward the front of the store. I didn't hear anything of their conversation except for when the one in front said to the other, as he was walking away from him, "You know what I always say man: If you've got hate in your heart........ just let it out."

Peace out.