I think it's funny how life can become something that is either worth living, or just plain hellish. I guess, I'm beginning to be beset by the simple ironies that come with age....or having lived enough of the wrong side to feel ..out of place in the right side. I used to write music but it seems lately that the joy has just slipped away. I feel drained of emotion...like an automaton just waiting to die. Later Dayz