Actually more accurately, not winter yet, but certainly late fall. This is not meant to sound depressing and I don't mean it that way, but the end of this life can not come soon enough. I'm not suicidal, just tired. Not physically tired, but emotionally and

Life is full of potential ends. I have lucked out so many times in my life. From my childhood when engine powering a welder exploded, when a revolver fired without the cartridge being centered and caused the shell and bullet to explode into scrapnal. There was the time I took