Seclusion

This is the seclusion room in the psyche ward where I work. I look out the window, and wonder what it is that the patients see when they look out that same window. Their minds work differently, their eyes see differently, and I wish to see it too.

4-15-13

I have a funeral today for an old friend. A friend that held when he came home from the hospital. He leaves behind a lot of friends, and his father and mother. No parent should ever have to outlive their child. It's about the saddest thing I could imagine.

Shattered Silence

Band practice tonight, gearing up for a show on the 20th. Music is my prozac.

Saturdays

Spending my day listening to a lovely girl named Kristi do an acoustic show at my friend's music store. I actually feel good today, it's nice for a change.

The monster

What am I to do with all of this silence? Shy away phantom. Run away terrified child.

My kid

This is my kid hanging around behind the music shop during our band practice last night. She is one of the few things that keeps me waking up in the morning, and striving to make progress in this hazy fog existence. She wants to play with us so badly. She keeps wanting me to bring her guitar and let her scream into the mic with our singer, Jamie... who I think she may have a crush on. I play in another band on Fridays... I may see if there is something she can do.

Back in the saddle again

Your Tuesday, my Monday. After a long yesterday of nothing going right, today marks the beginning of my work week. A day short, and a dollar missed.