“Well, people got attached. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attached to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.”

--Charles Bukowski

Ah, Chuck. I feel we could have been soul mates, even if neither of us would admit to believing in that shit.

I probably look like my dog died.

Mostly because she did.