As Long As We're Breathing...

...Everything is going to be alright.

Tonight I got out of work, went to the closest gas station to fill up my van. As I'm leaning against my van, I was just thinking about where I've come from and where I'm going. I used to be so very concerned about stuff... and things... and all this shit.

I'd like to believe I'm living a simple life now... and I love it.

I'm going to work as often as I can/need to and I'm making my money. I'm paying my bills and getting by. I drive a mini van my Uncle gave to me years ago that is falling apart now. My CD player is a hand-me-down from a friend years ago that doesn't quite fit. All my speakers are blown out. But all that is OK, I can still feel the music.

My babe is happy, I think... and if I think she isn't, I'm doing anything I can to make it right. I'm going to school and doing my homework.

I'm slowly working on getting rid of my 'stuff'; donating my clothes to those that need them, throwing out/recycling all the pointless crap that just takes up space. Simplifying.

The holidays are upon us. Donate to local food banks, give up your jackets, buy a pair of gloves for someone, clean out your closets. Remember is good for us, but not everyone is as fortunate as you and I.

Lets all try our best to be nice. Yes, there are a lot of assholes out there. Just smile back at them... hug them... haha Ok, don't hug them.

It's a good time to pick up a new book. Have a pint and kick back and relax.


CHEERS!