I tried, damn it I tried, but bloging is in my blood. I feel compelled to share my life with the world even though the world don't give a shit. It fulfills something within me, and my life is so bleak now I need to fill it with something. So, hello again.

Several things have gone down lately, I wrote a letter to my ex-doctor:

I went through the drive-up line of our local utility company and spoke to a couple of people on a computer screen, asking them to not charge me a hundred bucks deposit to hook my gas up because I'm fucking freezing in this little house and my payment history over the last two and a half years has been impeccable, and they said go to hell. It aint the money, it's the principle. Once you pay a deposit it's their money to invest and draw interest on for the next three years and you can't touch it. No gas for me this winter.

Christmas is coming on fast and I aint stroking it, it can come on it's own. I spend my days at David Crockett State Park because it's bleak and beautiful and I don't have to think about anything. I sit there surrounded by leafless trees drinking from a tin cup because I can since I just downgraded my commercial drivers license to a class D.

So, there you go...