It's Too Loud To Think It.

"You know, they put a man on the moon
Simply to prove that we all need a place to go
Where we're not known,"


It is 1am and I'm waiting for the world to fall apart. I don't have to look too far to see it happening with the G20 riots in Toronto yesterday, the growing mess in the gulf, and the flocks of tweens watching the newest film about sparkly vampires.

Pretty soon I'll be face to face with clouds of black smoke wafting out of the wilderness of British Colombia. I'm not going to lie to you when I say I enjoy a good forest fire. It means I'm getting a pay cheque that month. I don't fight forest fires. I probably wouldn't even know what to do. I just deliver things so people can do their job to put them out. That is about all I can get into about my job.

It is now 1:20am. I've tried to write this a few times and I still have no idea what I'm doing. If it wasn't so late I'd strum the guitar to clear my head instead I guess I'll put on some headphone and listen to acoustic music.

I will leave the worrying about the irrational things to someone else till I finish this early morning beer.