The Church Of A Swift Kick To The Knackers

 I did a Regina Road-trip yesterday, an old friend, his overgrown drooling dog, and me-slightly overgrown and drooling controlled. (Most of the time.) We were on a quest to visit another old friend who is going through a divorce, a forced home sale, and life's accumulated shit all crashing at once. I hadn't seen my friend from "the city of fun" since his uncles funeral at least fifteen years ago. He was a 'summer friend" in our village. One who spent most of his summer vacation at his grandparents house, next door to my other friend who was now driving the truck, and down to street from me. The proximity to a buddy next door meant that I was always a secondary friend, but one who, especially after we slid into our teens, became important to him. If you think back to your childhood you will remember that eventually too much exposure, to a person, a game, or Gilligan's Island, became boring and sometimes grating. When that happened between the two top buddi...

 Did I fall off the horse? Yup, big time crash. I could say I have been lazy. That wouldn't have been true. I could say I have been busy. That is true, but it is no excuse. When I started this blog I promised myself that I would write something, anything, everyday. Even if it was only a couple of words. A couple of sentences. Write to get in the habit and improve. To improve. The horse didn't throw me. I was feeling cocky and I decided to ride (write) standing on it's back. Even if your balance is good there are still low hanging branches. Ouch. It has been a long time but I crawled up on the gas barrel and onto the the back of ol' Dobbin today. Instead of promising myself a Kentucky Derby win my writing will resume at a dude ranch pace. A steady pace.