Truman sits at the key board and hunts for the keys maked in an alpphabet of dreams, a strange psychotic language of sleep deprivation. Hands tremble, is it lack of sleep, it is coffee. The shadow knows, but the shadow is offf showing off its new dnace steps.
he heart connects with the name on the screne, their common greif bring them there. Their minds conect as the words flow. And one day, if lucky, thier arms wrap around one another, cememting the bond. These are the people I call my friends.
Lots to write about, but I can report a good time is being had by all. Stuff is still bubbling to the top for me. I learn alot on these trips about myself, some of it not all good but with with a get out of jail free card for sure.
Wayne, swivel around from them twin laptops for a minute and check your voice mail.
Janice, you are magic, I felt it the moment I saw your face. Chuck, I have met few people in my time who are more like me than me, thank you for taking time to listen to my stories. Lee, (the male one) you are a joy to know, breath in, breath out. Lee (female one) your sweet little voice belays so much hope and appreciation.
My battery is getting low but Judy, you are in my life for a reason, and it you weren;t I wiould be lost.