I've been to the southlands again. That energy sucking monument to past lives. No. It wasn't all like that, but I'm one of those types, let's call me a chronic malcontent, who sees the brimming cup half empty.
We had a great time, mostly. But I get to thinking, and then, shit. There I am again. Back in the toilet.
It was good to see my son. He is strong and good and seems mostly happy. Still a bit too interested in barstools for my comfort, but since when was my comfort in his top-ten? He still has the same girl, which for my family, is a marker of something-- maturity may be too large a word-- but still, she's hanging in there.
I took pictures, but don't know how to put them on disk or disc. whatever. And I will try to find a way to post them.
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