Been reading Neil Gaiman's Sandman collections over the last couple of days, after finally giving it a shot after years of being told to do so. Magnificent work. I picked up the first two volumes Thursday afternoon and went back today to grab the next three. By the end of this coming week I'll probably go back for more. Before the month is out I'll probably have them all.
Not much else to write about at the moment. Work was quiet for the most part, other than a woman from production who kept wandering in and out of the office to ask me if I knew anything more about a pair of relatives who'd been involved in a boating accident in the afternoon. One killed, one missing. The last time she came in she was dragging a pair of kids behind her. I felt sorry for them.
The downtown streets were utter black when I left. With most of the bars gone and a lot of the old shops vacant and boarded up, I guess the city father's don't see a point to having the street lamps on anymore, even though there are no street lights to make up for the loss. Just the red, yellow, green of the stoplights. No one out anyway. A total deadzone.
The only people I saw coming home were some smokers asking each other for lights outside a bar halfway to my place and the lesbian couple next door, talking on their porch while candles burned around them and fireflies flickered on and off in our yards. Just in the last few weeks one of them underwent a hysterectomy due to cancer concerns. Her mother told me all about it for some reason. I didn't know what to say. I still don't.
Dad's been gone for more than 10 years and cancer people still give me the creeps. It's all a bit too heavy for me to even think about.
Not much else to write about at the moment. Work was quiet for the most part, other than a woman from production who kept wandering in and out of the office to ask me if I knew anything more about a pair of relatives who'd been involved in a boating accident in the afternoon. One killed, one missing. The last time she came in she was dragging a pair of kids behind her. I felt sorry for them.
The downtown streets were utter black when I left. With most of the bars gone and a lot of the old shops vacant and boarded up, I guess the city father's don't see a point to having the street lamps on anymore, even though there are no street lights to make up for the loss. Just the red, yellow, green of the stoplights. No one out anyway. A total deadzone.
The only people I saw coming home were some smokers asking each other for lights outside a bar halfway to my place and the lesbian couple next door, talking on their porch while candles burned around them and fireflies flickered on and off in our yards. Just in the last few weeks one of them underwent a hysterectomy due to cancer concerns. Her mother told me all about it for some reason. I didn't know what to say. I still don't.
Dad's been gone for more than 10 years and cancer people still give me the creeps. It's all a bit too heavy for me to even think about.
