about, god i really cannot remember when it actually happened. when did i get the text message. how many years has it been? has summer always been early and on time on queue with my depression and breakdowns. do i feel something different because of heat or am i any special thing that makes sense to anyone or can i end this sentence?
so dad died this week a few years back. did not even realize it until i had a hammer about a half inch inside the bowels of a korg keyboard...looking for something else to destroy i looked at the guitar. never will ever lose that thing.
breakdowns bring interesting times.
