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 -
