Gentle Readers,
Got a few alarmed emails this AM about the post right below this one. After I re-read my cryptic dedication to a couple of different crazy chicks I've known, I added a line that might help clarify the meaning. Goes like this:
No, Babe, I won't be there to catch you when you fall, again.
Saving people from themselves is exhausting, thankless, tiresome work and the suicide ward is a vast arena of despair, more likely to induce another try for a short trip to the other side than to instill hope for a better life. The clientèle don't help much neither.
In the end, I just mean that I knew that girl Toad is singing about. Something was always wrong. Still is.
Said too much already.
Gorgeous day today, enjoy it.
As Always,
TWC