Musings

A friend of mine posted a challenge of sort.. to write something.. if you will on this:

Scenario #1

A man and a woman in a shadowy corner of a mexican restaurant. The
woman is crying and he rests his hand on hers.

This is my take (after a very bad day and a few beverages of the alcoholic
kind) For you Machel.. a poem



In a Mexican restaurant
In the soft candle glow
He held my hand,
And I let him ...

Dont ya hate it when you get all excited about a blog only to find after having invested your time to read it that the blog was boring and about literally nothing? Well guess what thats what this blog post is about.. nothing.. I dont think I have ever really blogged before nor do I feel I have anything exceptionally witty or even slightly important to say.. my life is either sooo boring that I have nothing to write about or so full of chaos that I have no time to write about it...

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