The more I tell people the story of my Friday night the more disenchanting it becomes. What was once important seems so silly and trivial. What once had potential has shriveled up with the rays of my reluctant optimism. I think it’s time I put this damn story to the grave.
It’s gotten to the point that even I’m tired of my own voice saying the same words and the same scenarios over and over again.
A new weekend’s coming up. I’m sure I’ll have a new story to replace the old one.
Peace, Love, Happiness,
Gerry