last weekend I went back to my old stomping grounds of Robesonia for my high school 20 yr reunion. I was a bit unsure if I wanted to go but after the first hour I was glad i did. It was nice to see a bunch of folks I spend so many years with. Some were friends others not and the rest faces in a crowd. for a few hours I stepped back in time and forgot all my nonsense of today.

pulled suddenly from my slumber by the pointless honking of car horns by people in a hurry to get nowhere. I then had a weird accident while yelling out my window. I can"t tell ya what happened cause you will laugh and it is not funny. I'm just lucky I am still a man. Let's just say my dream from last night almost came true.

somedays I wake up with a headache, other days with a heartache and today just a fartache...print it.
It's been so long since I put a poem on this site let alone a thing called blog. But in recent days I have been inspired by the inspired writing and drawing of a misfit toy. I will continue to keep my real thoughts close to my vest and some thoughts of course, will be buried alive with me. I also can see a lot of scattered black books found in my room days after I pass away...whenever that may be.

One of my favorite songs is the Rolling Stones-Happy. Yesterday was my 37th birthday and I may or may not be happy. I guess no one is ever happy to get old, but I really don't fell very old. I surround myself with much younger friends and also a great sense of my purpose which helps me feel youthful. This time of year always seems to bring me down ass the Earth and it's allergies seem to attack my very being.

so coming home to Philly from upstate Pa my friends car broke down and we were at Fort Wheeler.

finally I believe that springtime has arrived....get ready to sneeze