Don't let the sun go down without saying thank you to someone, and without admitting to yourself that absolutely no one gets this far alone.

Sometimes life coughs up coincidences no writer of fiction would dare copy.

He began to cry, not hysterically or screaming as people cry when concealed rage with tears, but with continuous sobs who has just discovered that he's alone and will be for long. He cried because safety and reason seemed to have left the world. Loneliness was a reality, but in this situation madness was also remotely a possibility.

It's funny how close the past is, sometimes. Sometimes it seems as if you could almost reach out and touch it. Only who really wants to?

But then fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.

Busy as a one legged man in an ass kicking contest.

Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.