defining moments

I'm with "rick" tonight, a late 20's male who was involved in an motor-cycle accident, and slowly is comming out of a coma of sorts. Offer my hand, he pulls it over his chest, as if I was laying in a queen size bed with him, curling up for a long winters nap. His grasp is intense. The reassurance, that someone is there. He scratches his face. I took the liberty to chop down his claws: the nails were gettng too long. He'll get an early bath this morning, and a shave, I'm sure he won't mind, and when family arrives he'll at least be somewhat put together.

With most if not all of the patients I have taken care of, they are released, and seldom heard from again.
( Sunday night ramblings about life )

Tonight and the rest of my life

I figured it out.

Because a majority of the homosexual population is attracted by booze and weekend woop parties, its only custom to schlep to the grocery store on Monday night, as they realise Mother Cupboard is bare, and the liqure stores are all but closed.

Hy-vee south was not a disapointment. Even in my sleep deprived, lack of caffine/nicitine (spelling?) recovery state, I noticed it.

Pushed my cart along humming to Nina Gordons "Tonight and the rest of my life", stopping to pick up the emergency essentials: Ben and Jerry's "Chunky Monkey Ice-cream", they were out of coffee-FUCKERS.

You came in color last night

The phone woke me up.

It was imyaj checking in.

Prior to the disturbance, we were on a cement isthmus, it was warm, evening, she was there. It could of been a country concert, we were singing to her guitar. There was yellow. Warm, and yellow.

Dreams sometimes are not remembered in detail....

The current time in Rome is 7:03. He will be landing in 2 hours. Someone is starting a journey....