Due to lack of interest on the part of the author and the visitors, this site has been taken down. I hope all of you who visited enjoyed my poetry as much as I enjoyed writing it. I do have a couple of confessions that, apparently, I haven't cleared the air about:
1. I wasn't always there for my mother when she was dying of lung cancer, I slept and went to the bathroom, and for that I'm sorry.
2. I wasn't there at all for my father when he was dying. I never liked him, so there was no reason to fake it then.
3. I never "put" my estranged brother in prison. If I wanted to do that, I had plenty of opportunities while the detectives were questioning me. I was, believe it or not, telling the truth.
4. I am much better now that all of that is behind me. I'm quite content with my life and the only thing I'd change right now is the fact that I don't have enough time to get online and shoot the breeze with my best friends, my true brothers that saw me go through hell and back and never thought to turn their backs on me. Chay, Spence, Keith, I'll never thank you enough for the unwaivering support.
5. To the anonymous person who left the last cruel little note in my guestbook, if I can move on from all of that, I'm sure you can. There are lots more interesting things out there than me, find one.
That's all for me, thanks for everyone's support, and anyone that needs to get a hold of me, you know my e-mail addresses. *takes a bow*
