I am really, seriously, starting to fear where this downward spiral we call 'life' around here is going. I wish I were kidding or being sarcastic right now, but I'm not. Clint just called me. He hit someone on his bike going about 40 on hos way home from work. There's a crime scene unit on their way out. The guy wasn't breathing. Clint's bike is destroyed. I don't know details. This is his 3rd day on the new bike.
I'm done. I don't know what that means right now, but I have just about had it with whatever 'it' happens to be. Apparently, life can't handle the fact that I am a happy person and is bound and determined to beat it out of me. It's winning.
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