Monday, September 08, 2008

Green Day has it right...

like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast

Actually it's 27 years today, but I still hold with the sentiment. Tomorrow will be no better for me. I hate September.

A death day...
A birth day.... 
Days of destruction...
Days of insanity...

Seven years HAVE gone so fast,  and it feels as though very little  has gotten any better.

Perhaps it is why I don't really celebrate any holiday or special day anymore, at least as a general rule.

The weight of history is a horrible albatross to wear at times. It never goes away.

Wake me up when September ends....