SteevAK

And so the world turns.

You know, things were going much too well. Far too well. What is strange is that just a few weeks previous I had been thinking to myself, cringing even, because I knew the other shoe had to drop. It was going too well. Things were too close to perfect. I’m the cynical type I guess, so if my life is going really good then I get the antsy feeling that something really bad is about to happen. My life can’t stay great forever. Pretty soon the hatchet comes, chopping out the bright lights that I flutter around. Then I have to find new lights, but they are always dimmer. At least I have a light. Of that I can be thankful. August 27, 2000: good bye, Stacey. I wish you the best.