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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).

  Maybe I'm too blind to see. Or maybe because it's dark outside. Cigarettes again. No big deal. Light up another one. Speaking of truth. Listening with the heart. A small piece of comfort. Sliding back or slipping forward. A song helps us along the way. A cosmic embrace. Holding us in tune.

There is a silence that speaks louder than words. Sometimes you can hear it. Other times you can't. The radio plays songs and every note relates directly in tune with you. You can feel it in every atom of your body.   

Two glasses of red wine....(maybe more). And don't forget three beers. Cats sleeping. Me still up, late at night....early morning 4:05 a.m. (what-ever). Still up. Still awake. Can't sleep. Another sip of wine. Sweet. Bitter. Bliss. Songs from the 90's. Thanks to Pandora. Lost in past memories of....well, the Past. Now, now, now....Now things seem simple. Sometimes complicated....sometimes different....sometimes the same. And then it happens. Out of nowhere, the songs keep me sane. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. Thank you a thousand times. With each and every decade through the 20's, 30's, 40's,  50's,  60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, and yes even Beyond the music  keeps me sane and happy beyond belief.   Thank you once again and forever.   Oh, yes....let's not forget about the wine. Yes, the wine. The wine....the wine. Yes, the wine. Thank you too.