sometimes you have great moments. like sitting in your driveway getting buzzed on a marlboro light after a really long day doing things that you never should have had to listening to a tremendous johnny cash cover of "hurt". like sitting at my laptop and figuring out an opening few sentences then plunging kneck deep in the zone and completely leaving my world, later finding myself 1200 words into the world of my novel. other times the moments are shitty. like shaking the magic 8 ball and asking if i'd get laid this year and reading through the misty fog that the answer was "very doubtful". like having to look for a job and answer the same question over, and over, and over, and over, then a few more times after that. like losing a promising student who was worth the effort of saving because he, well i can't say it, but it was bad enough to land him back in jail for a long, long time.

then sometimes the great moments come back. like the sound of your best friend laughing. like a kermit the frog song on the radio in the morning as you get in to work. like watching a movie that slays you with it's sadness and makes you cry your eyes out; you watch it and rejoice that man can create such amazing art to reach our emotions like that...and you think that there has to be hope for a world that can turn your life around with a few images or words or both.