In looking over the few things in my life that I'm totally passionate about - besides finding new ways to hate myself on a daily basis, the only other things that come too mind are the constants in my life! As few as they are, I have come to totally relish in their reciprocal affections - without which, I would surely never have made it this far beyond the day I died three times. I am talking of course about my lover, best friend, and crutch - my wife, Em. Besides her, the only others that I can count on (only because they can't figure out how to open the front door, or possess opposable thumbs - are our two children, otherwise known as Sgt. Tibbs, and CPL O'Reilly - our two cats.

Together, the four of us take life as it comes - striving to make our world a better place, and to correct the mis justices that we run across. This is where I spend most of my energy, and also where I get most of my grief as I try to see the good in everyone. Unfortunately, in a social setting that discourages honesty, in favor of a more gentile (however, false) public display of inner strength, and business/government savvy - finding the "truth" in a person's public persona can be as tricky as trying to find an innocent in a whore house on nickel night! (Sorry - I've always had an affection for the saying, and never found a setting where it could be more appropriately used.

 

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