i_am_no_better cr0wl i was chatting with bob brown when the storm hit. winds clocked at 86 mph ripped through hawksworth and my heart. i saw my truck a hundred feet away and raced towards it as a rainfall of winter dead sticks crashed all about the thirsty earth. i could hear limbs cracking and massive trees groaning, their new boughs howling in this violent assault of nature. i was shaking when i finally reached the blue pick-up. my ramps were down and my mower had to go up. i pushed it like it was a toy and when i tried to get the ramps in i tossed one and the wind grabbed it like it was a piece of paper throwing it twenty feet away from me. i thought how easy it could be for the world in her fury to get rid of me. i would be one less she would have to sustain. just like a tree uprooted and killed so i would be. i am no better only the same. 100417 ... unhinged since you left me in some ways maybe even a little worse now i know why pride is a sin it makes people do hurtful things or at least gives them an excuse to (it definitely made it easy for you to play games that when i got tired of playing you call and pout the martyr oh poor you you got rid of me cause your pride couldn't handle it and now you realize you have no one else left to cry to) 100417 what's it to you? who go blather from