Count on nothing..

What happened? How'd I get here?

The pain.. so unexpected and undeserved.. had - for some reason - cleared away the cobwebs.

I realized I didn't hate the cabinet door. I hated my life, my house, my family, my backyard, my power mower..

Nothing would ever change. Nothing new could ever be expected.

I had to end, and it did.

Now in the dark world where I dwell ugly things and suprising thins and sometimes little wondrous things spill out at me constantly..

.. and I can count on nothing.

- Bob Arctor -