Have another cup of coffee!

Or an Ambien...

Does the devil eat grapefruit?

I wish! Besides-I do what they say!

However, in the "real world" I do have a twin!

Izzie-are you a grapefruit?

Mornin' izzie...I have a twin brother-he never does what I say!

I fear nothing!

Except grapefruit! Gives me shivers just thinking about it...

Sorry to hear about this my friend. I have nothing but positive thoughts and good vibes for your friend's daughter...and your friend.

Now it's time for you to be a good friend too...and I know you are up to the task.

Hey needa! Turnin'in or just signing off?

Yay midweek-it's all downhill from here!

That's what they said when I turned 40!

Wisconsinite...sounds like a floor covering, doesn't it?

The slow burn of the long fuse of my life is about to explode into a whole new adventure. A corner has been turned; a new chapter has begun.

Behind me lay the blue-smoke filled rooms littered with beer cans and unkept promises. Half-written lyrics and unfinished stories pave the highway of where I’ve been, lined by the suicide stripe of good intentions. The soft shoulders of my road thus traveled allowed for easy exits chasing to the center of the maze created somewhere in the aftermath of adolescence. My rush at life being all but directionless, a mapquest of misunderstandings and mayhem from the bull trapped in the china shop of my youth.

I used to think growing up sucked.
I know better now.
I have healed.

Physically-modern medicine and replacement parts work wonders!
Spiritually-not only is everything connected…I now see the connections. Crayola has no name for this color…neither do I.
Emotionally-death is not a great equalizer; it is a great teacher. All the trappings of my past relationships have been let loose, back into the wild nothingness from whence they came.

I am coming to this sober, silly, and satisfied that the choices I once made are the foundation of who I am; the choices I have yet to make will allow me to simply be.

I am happy.

I know how to write a love poem
I know how to sing a love song.
I dance…no man should go without.

I create
me
everyday.

Life is a work of art.

Love belongs to nobody
There are no property rights.
Affection is not currency.
Intimacy is non-negotiable.

I am laughing. The gut-aching bellow that once was the boy I have become.

The strange noises that emerge from somewhere deep in my soul as I stretch not only my body but also my imagination have returned.

They are as welcome as you-an old friend I have never met before.

I am ready to leave home.

I am ready to go home.

Leave a light on…I’ll chop the wood.

Remember to stir your beverage with your pinky extended, Joshy.

I thought money grew on strippers?

After you rewire the sound system to play "Queen's Greatest Hits" over and over again.

Even then-they're not certain if the information is useful.

I found it once...but I wasn't sure if it was spelled correctly.

At least that explains the hair...

RUNAWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Was that the Andrea Doria or the Lusitania?

Now I'm confused...Velveeta anyone?

Lightcone data suggests a train could theoretically go through a black hole.

The doppler effect suggests we could not determine if it was coming or going.

The light at the end of the tunnel remains unclear...