Some days it is all I can do to keep from going off the deep end. I cannot seem to overcome irritations that are playing on my sense of humor like a fiddle. The same old daily routine is wearing thin and when I fight off oncoming bitterness, more seems to pile up. It is futile to stick around day after day trying to recreate something that is buried under boxes and ping pong tables in some abandoned storage room. Even if I wanted to stick around I don’t think this place would let me. Houston has become like a dysfunctional marriage to me. You take the good with the bad for as much as I complain, there is good. All those school nights spent cruising around downtown instead of doing my homework. I don’t think you ever told me no. The city was new and intriguing until I abused my privileges of youth. Once familiarity sets in we overdose on confidence leaving ourselves open for the vampires lurking in the shadows. After several attacks we become cold and unmoved, and it is there that I now exist. It is imperative to stay aware and keep alert of any sudden changes that may go unnoticed if not careful. Something as small as an ant bite could destroy the flesh entirely. But be alarmed, for there is a fine line between awareness and paranoia.
May 2, 1999