Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it...– Hunter S. Thompson
A Fire Drill
The sweet chirping of birds drowned out by the harsh whine of the buzzer on my wall. F*ck.
The Bridge Builder
An old man, going a lone highway, Came, at the evening, cold and gray, To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide, Through which was flowing a sullen tide. The old man crossed in the twilight dim; The sullen stream had no fear for him; But he turned, when safe on the other side, And built a bridge to span the tide. “Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim, near, “You are wasting strength with...