We Talked for a While, and I Don't Think We Made Much Progress. Hell of a Talk Though.

Dear Holey and Company,

You'll excuse the overly formal first post. This will all become more laid back, like it should be. But that will have to come later. Holey, I have to admit, I've been thinking about you more recently. I've remembered you more in recent weeks, and more before, if you remember, because of my accident. Well, I've never been more sorry. I think the more that I have to remember you, the more you have to be bothered. So, I'm writing you a blog. You and everyone else I remembered from my stay in Gratitude are and will be privileged to view it. Please then, be sure to tell them all that this is here, whenever you get around to telling them this is here...and when you get around to reading it.

Well, Holey, I'm above ground again. I have a new girlfriend, and it's one you never heard of or expected me to have had. She's pretty, and smart, and creative...you would like her if you met her. She got me to get over Nickel, until she accidentally brought him home tonight. I was catatonic for nearly an hour, and Holey -God Saved Me- I was so angry.

I have to be honest with you again. I really don't know what your intentions are anymore. You used to be a really inspiring piece to me. I thought to myself, "Would I dedicate my life, to your cause?" and then I thought, "How cruel and cliche' that would be to you." (I know, it was ironic that I played nothing but shooter games after you took the boat back to Gratitude). But what about you? You were awfully cliche' to send me your scrap book. After I read it, Nickel had a field day. He actually started coming around, too. And that just about sent me six feet again.

Ok, this really isn't fair to you. But really, its not fair to me. I don't know, so lets just move on. You can go back to watching the sun shine, and I'll go back to watching Smooth Criminal. At least, I'll be able to imitate something on this side of the river, you can go on being perfect in your perfect world. Just remember, nothing ever changes if you never know to change and then, I'll be dead. But until then, I'm sending you posts. So cut the crap with all the new pictures I keep mysteriously finding in that scrapbook. I already know how happy you are. I could use some consilation myself.

So, where am I?

Oh well, now I'm publishing this small stepping stone, so i can step onto the next step. No use dawdling.

-Jackrich