not in the physical, but in the mental. i like it here. its rainy, cool, steady and gentle. until i return home. i love to get lost as the rain covers me in a benign blanket of love. / / / / / / / / / / / / / / / /thats the thing about rain. it is indifferent. it doenst care where it lands. it just does. do you think raindrops have a whole other sub-society? the ones who land on important/famous people are the best, and the ones who land on the road are the worst? i dont know. i am in love. with music. i have said it before and i will say it again. i am in love with music. see? i am a man of my word. long. walks. to. no-where. me. gusta. a. lot. especially in the rain listening to my favorite songs about falling out of _____. i miss moody. i miss the way i felt there. i miss the energy and the fun and the controversy. i long for companionship. heh. what a funny thing to dote upon. but it is true. what can i say? i am lonely. i feel like a fly and there is a pane of bullet-proof glass separating me from finding someone. thats. life. or to quote one of the greatest comedians to ever brandish a microphone, daniel tosh, "dry those tears pussy, thats why dad left."