As I came down from that particular bluff, tears still streaming down my face, i realized that i am not randal, nor any past incarnation of him. i am changed, for better or worse. i am, however, still fully incapable of understanding those things that are most important to me. after cursing god, this earth and myself, i feel a little purged, cleansed … but still slashed and bloody.

the road home was long; i hope i sleep like a newborn. i wish even more that i awake with such carefree innocence.

2001-06-12 05:38:44 – Siaokh Check it…. Hella schweet bags… i’m sure you’ve already checked it… but just to let you know again… and hey… i like these 3 dots … -Tim
2001-06-12 08:02:30 – tony
"Yeah. I was just sitting here drinking my coffee, eating my muffin, playin’ the incident in my head, when I had what alcoholics refer to as a "moment of clarity." " – Jules, Pulp Fiction