Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The other night it was pouring rain, by California terms at least, and I sat on the bus alone. Music beat in my ears as I watched the street lights glide by, putting me in a relaxed state of mind. Then, as perfect as it could be, the empty bus approached my stop and the words, "This is the end... My only friend, the end..." danced through my ear drums. Gotta love simple little coincidences. Thanks Jim, your voice can do no harm.... Well...