Monday, December 28, 2009. Another day has crept by, and the clarity of the flashbacks have become more and more vague. But here and there, you get the ocassional brush of the shoulder with a stranger or the sight of a police station that opens the floodgates on those memories. That very incident that happened so quickly, but had such deep repurcussions.

8220;Imagine a plot hybrid of Dickens and George Saunders. Hobson presents a painfully visceral drama about the overlooked lives of those struggling on the periphery of mainstream society. Where the Dead Sit Talking.

Random Thoughts, Musings, and Struggles. I consider myself to be a lover of all different types of music. When browsing my Itunes, I can find music for all moods and occasions.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010. Yesterday my wife and I celebrated our eighth anniversary.