no-friends revolution

i've had a strait-jacket weekend. if this isn't obvious. coming up on the anniversary of the black day. i'm talking about labor day weekend, not 9/11. this time of year is going to be ruined for me for a while. but beyond dwelling on this, i'm faced with the daunting task of packing up my home. never fun, but made worse by the need to sort out what's mine from what's... not mine. and try to sell off the shit i just can't take with me.

this year has been an awe-inspiring disaster. i reflect on friends i've lost. i'm a realist and understand that it's part of the game, no matter how generous i've been toward certain people during my time with them. a line is drawn in the sand - and at a certain point you've got to choose your side. (with a few bold exceptions who do their best to play switzerland.)

i wish somebody could understand how difficult this has been. how brutally thankless it's been. but i've still got hell to pay before i can get on with things. what a world of shit i've inherited.

autumn's coming. time to sweep up the dead leaves and prepare for some bitter hours.