today:
i am home (canton).
i couldn't find a clean shirt, so i ended up having to wear a nostalgic piece of clothing, a tshirt commemorating my senior year in high school (it says "seniors" on it).
my younger brother, a current senior in high school, is on mitch albom's radio show as i type.
what on earth am i doing? / or what am i doing on earth?

so i turn to the monitor and i say:
christ, look at yourself. its been quite sometime, hasn't it?

over the course of the last three months, things have changed, dude.
and believe me when i say that.

running on that.
lois dye, no access granted.
this place makes me uncomfortable, again.

there are always those people that you just don't want around anymore. and you wonder when they won't be around anymore. and then it happens. true story.