every thing you think you have, baby, is gone.

It's wierd, how the rug can be ripped out from underneath you and your world turns right upside down and your humbled, to the point of nausea.

I won't lie. I won't leave it in the dark and be elusive like in the past on this blog. I just can't.
As Madonna says.....Artistic expression.
Or therapy.


I've been here before. In make believe and in real time. I have been here before.
Somehow though, i feel like these two men, getting ready to be killed off in Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. I'm toast, man. Toast.