I'm listening to country music right now. Before you start egging me let me explain. I just broke off an engagement and if you ever, EVER need to relate to some sad-ass sappy music then go country. I worked on my friend's house and the foreman there blasted the glow-draining drivel from 7 to 7 every-honkin'-day. Eventually a couple of songs wormed their way into my brain and I am disgusted to admit that I even downloaded a couple of them for my Itunes. One of them is on right now, and as sappy as it is...I'm prompted to write in da' blog.

This morning me and my buddy pdaddy took his van and picked up some stuff from my old townhouse. Ahhh, the townhouse. The routine of the place filled me with nostalgia. The Tuesday landscaping crew and its cacophonic entourage blanketed the entire neighborhood. I came for the back patio furniture so I had no need to enter the place. We walked around back and there was some punk talking on the phone sitting on my chair. I told him I came for the furniture and he moved, never dropping the phone. A bullet lay in the ashtray. The backdoor was open and I looked in and saw her sitting on a chair in the living room. She didn't get up, just sat there and stared at me and pdaddy moving the stuff. The punk just nodded as we walked off but mumbled that he is "starting to see my point of view". Pdaddy and I exchanged glances and carried the patio stuff on to the van.

I feel different, altered. I have almost all of my stuff back--the important stuff is with me--and it is like the whole engagement/relationship is so finally over that it is almost like it was all just a very long, very bad nightmare. On the way home, Pdaddy and I swapped silly stories and commented on traffic. I finally feel normal again, thank God. Pdaddy, I sure appreciate the help. Stay cool.