05-27-08| 5:10 pm

I once wondered when I would finally write this girl; sex, coffee, cigarettes. And now I have. Only the girl quit smoking. The story line has run out.

That's it then, isn't it? You can't always hold all the strings. Something will always slip. In loving, I have lost many things, a trade I didn't know about until it was too late.

The rest of my life still exists.