Sorry. Bit further of a sad post. My buddy's dog, Casey, was involved in a traffic incident over the weekend and, unfortunately, passed away. Rather than dwell, I've decided to celebrate the life of this companion; I've witnessed similar demise and it is not pleasant.
So, R.I.P., Case - my stroll through the park furry friend:
So, R.I.P., Case - my stroll through the park furry friend:
In a different vane, I am in the wilderness as far as this posting of my life - and my writings. This be faction. Unfortunately, people close to you sometimes have a hard time with this; and I understand ... get it.
Nonetheless, what can I do? I've always considered writing to be the poor man's therapy - a garbage can to be kicked to the hopeful curb: this be where I deal with "things."
Regrettably, it has recently caused me to lose someone close to me. I have been in the dark, for so long, that I am torn as to what to do.
A long time ago a fellow writer remarked to me that there was not enough honesty portrayed within Canadian literature; true or not, it is something that I have continued to strive for - with a separation between reality and fiction.
At this point, I believe I'll leave it at that.
Nonetheless, what can I do? I've always considered writing to be the poor man's therapy - a garbage can to be kicked to the hopeful curb: this be where I deal with "things."
Regrettably, it has recently caused me to lose someone close to me. I have been in the dark, for so long, that I am torn as to what to do.
A long time ago a fellow writer remarked to me that there was not enough honesty portrayed within Canadian literature; true or not, it is something that I have continued to strive for - with a separation between reality and fiction.
At this point, I believe I'll leave it at that.
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