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  Forget about the questions  or  even the answers. Shit fucking happens. (That about covers it). Not wanting this. (Not now). But here I am. Damn Country songs keep playing. (And it makes me sad). I need some happier music. (Where's The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, and The Beatles).

  She's still here (for now). Bukowski's poems become even more meaningful. Every damn Country song  makes sense. Sadness comes and goes. Like tiny waves crashing upon the shore. But not to worry. She's not gone. She's still here. Just in a different way. (I now have to see her in the same way that she has been seeing me).

I don't remember going to bed last night but  I do remember waking up on this cold,cold morning. Damn this cold weather, damn it all. Warm wishes and cold fishes. (What the hell does that even mean?) So back to the beginning it seems.  A new year is right in front of us. Forget about last year. It is done and gone. Not to be seen ever again. Goodbye....A dios Amigos.