Last night Susan and I decided to divorce. 30+ days away from 15 years. We’ve both known it’s been coming for a while and we’ve tried to put things back together. But every time we talk it turns into a hugh arguement. Somewhere along the lines we’ve forgotten how to talk and how to be interested in each other’s lives. I haven’t lived at the house in a year. But at least we’ve found a way to work out the details.
So yeah . . . I said I was going to try and write something everyday. That hasn’t worked out as well as I would have liked but I’m working on it. But on to important things. I heard Mr. Roboto this weekend which reminded me of the whole album of Kilroy Was Here. I wonder how close we are to this view of the future? Continue reading
Thoughts form in my brain
festering below surface
my mind is the pus.