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You’d be surprised the number of things I’ve written in my head that never made it out.

    No you wouldn’t.

You’d be shocked that I’m not the person you thought I was.

    No, of course you wouldn’t.  You knew all along.

You’d be scared to know I’m trapped somewhere between night and day.  You’d worry.

    No, that’s stupid.  We’re all trapped.  You have your own worries.

Well, maybe then you’d want to know that all I think about are my truths.  That I’ve sat here unmoving this many years because of that one single thing.  That my truths have me dead to rights, a blade against the ever-loosening skin of my aging neck.  Maybe you’d want to know that.  Maybe that’s the thing.

    But no, of course not.  Holding the blade, you already knew that, didn’t you?

Note: Originally posted on brandnewmonster.com

I should have picked a different Monday for the re-opening of this site.  Boy home sick, customers to call, a dozen work errands begging for attention when there’s time for only one or two.  A pile of paperwork a foot thick to sift through.  Sounds just like the old days, doesn’t it?

I did manage to squeeze out a new entry over at scrinetunes, where I attempt to convince everyone that I know the exact moment when I started liking blues music.  I don’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning, but I can supposedly tell you in detail about the music from a road trip that took place nearly thirty years ago. 

All I can think of is that time must have moved slower back then, which made it much easier to remember.