Screwed, Scewed, Full Circle Crap

Dear Mark,

There was a Dear Chicago that struck a cord. Don't worry it is just a song but you can blame Ryan any time you feel like it for all his miserable tones and inconveniences.

You know, my dear friend, how impossible the world can be. You have officially felt the dagger that has the ability to form a person into a jagged type of human being. This last year has really screwed the pooch.

(side note: I just looked over at my dog, who is sleeping, and his eyes are wide open! Frickin weird! I know you can appreciate a side thought like that though.)

You are a road warrior. You have the ability, especially right now, to build the thickest, largest, and most impenetrable wall known to man. If you want you can shut out anything and anyone you want. I will call all of this phase number 6. Life is a serious of walls, obstacles, a bunch of bull shit you can't see past half the time because the fog that lives there is overwhelming. Just when you see a clearing you know there's something else waiting in the distance to kick your ass. Do not let all of this shut you down. The wall is meant to be tackled, not carried.

My friend, we are all here. We don't go far, but sometimes you do, and when you come back, like I said, we are still here.

Just remember you can always say 'Fuck it' and go a different direction. When you come around there will be a beer waiting, a smiling friend, and an ear to listen. It's all circumstantial at the time and later it makes for one hell of a story.

Sincerely your friend - AB