Go Away, please.

It has taken three drafts to disguise your identity. You, who inspire this post. You surprise me because, on a daily basis, you suppress the best in people. You discourage excellence. You murder ambition. You see in bright people a broken dream, a personal broken dream. You work passionately to make mirrors in the eyes you see. Your shallowness makes me go to sleep. You are that boring. Why do I find you everywhere I go?

Too Hot To Handle

Many things can make you want to go back in time to change that one moment, just that one horrible moment that left you, depending on your stars, scarred, burnt, broken, beaten, cheated... The list is long; but I say scald burns top it.

Getting Started

I think this is where my last two blogs failed me. The wrong first note. One was about real people. Think about it, you wouldn't like it yourself to know how much I laughed in my mind at that thing you said on the phone. The other was about me. No chance in hell! Third one, as it turns out, is somebody else's already. So now this fourth is going to be great - No names. No hints, either. Only stories.