All alone. Floating down this cold ol" river. It sure seems darker when you"re by yourself.
I wonder why that is? I guess it"s because you can only look one direction, and for me it"s even harder because it takes such an effort to get turned around to look any other way. Maybe that"s a good thing.
I just bumped into another snag. That makes about one hundred and sixty two of them, but who"s counting. Even worse than that is being bumped by things I never see. Now that"s spooky. I"m just miserable about life in general, mine in particular.
I keep thinking about Heinz and Grant and the dogs. We sure had some incredible times together. Grant sure was miserable when he sent us down the river. I"m kind of glad I"ll never know what happens to him.
But what"s gonna happen to me? I"ve been in
