As some of you know (probs not) I’m English and living stateside. This usually leads to a small bit of sadness this time of year as I miss Guy Fawkes day. The man tried to blow up the government and we hung him. But don’t think the British are soft. Every year we make effergies of him parade them about the town then burn him. His punishment is eternal. And in some ways I can relate. Fortunately nothing I face is anywhere near that severe but it is that persistent. They say time heals all but it hasn’t healed this.
I wrote from the heart that’s all anyone can really hope for. I hope you enjoyed it. Goodnight.