The Ruined Picture (log) by gate

2018 Dec 11

5 minutes: Empty truck blocks

It blocks the way out of the alley. I see the guys behind it. They're trying to load some large wooden crates into the back.

I shouldn't have tried to take a shortcut. Nothing to do now but to head back.

I put the vehicle in reverse, and turn my head to look out the rear. Coast is clear, nothing to worry about. But it was still a stupid idea trying to come down this way though. Lesson learned I guess.

Screech, I hear the teeth-grating sound of metal on brick. Holy s***.

I don't want to know what happened, but instinctively I already know. I wasn't paying enough attention. I can barely open the door and get out. She had trusted me to take good care of her car.

I swear I just came here for a sandwich, but do you remember me?	Guilt is the treason of the self, be careful.	It must be morning when she dreams.	Sorry. Position has been filled.
what if the most important thing you will ever do you have already done?	the possibility that love is not enough	She hit me like thunder, and I had to lie down until I could breathe again	All I can do
I don't know about that fellow Rand, but I'd never trust a McNally.	I let go and now I'm holding on. I need to let go again.	You just can't trust dinosaurs	we found love in a hopeless place
She tells me she drives a truck.	Such things do not happen in this country	If I can ruin it for you in one sentence, you've got a fragile perspective.	How Do You Sleep?
if you do not fail, you have learned nothing	words fail utterly	falling in love in a dream	I have failed to become something recognizable
She is still undoing me.	Fail Blog	When searching for the soul, do not miss the forest for the trees.	EPIC FAIL