Darkness at Noon

It seems every year around this time the ugly memories of late September pasts come rising towards the surface of my tiny melted subconscious and drive me into some sick and twisted state, maybe not exactly Mr. Samsa or Josef K. but somewhere in between, a lack of closure on a certain subject that will remain muddled most likely forever in the head of this confused boy, let's just say some 7 odd years ago that i was almost beaten, almost broken and if not for the Limey and a couple of other good friends and a refusal to throw in the towel, i could've easily laid down and let the train pass smoothly over me, metaphorically speaking of course, if September was dark at noon, October turned into a pitch black nightmare that gave way to an almost seething indifference of a November shaded candy apple grey, leading to a December that produced a resurrection more than a birth in the carbon stained slush and snow, needless to say i did a lot of wandering of streets and mind and when it was finished i came out the other side fucking steeled against whatever the world and the gods had to offer...



with any luck the rants won't make it this far and i'll keep this lovely space open to the hipsters, yuppies, carpetbaggers and locals who've come to know and love it so well, then again maybe i won't. Darkness calls.


That Joke isn't funny anymore/ it's to close to home and to near the bone...