Carpe Scrotum

Yes, once again life has got me by the short and curlies. Dad is sick once again and all of us believe it's the "C" word. At 71 he still seems too young for this shit. If it wasn't this it would be something else I'm sure. All I can do is wait and be supportive.
And of course my creativity is at an all time low. I don't feel like doing a damn thing. Even playing games has lost it's luster. At 38 I feel that I'm stuck in a shit job and that any of the dreams I had when I was younger have faded to black and white. When I was young they were full of color and hope. Yet, I will not let go of them even after they have long turned to dust. I refuse to give up. The chance of resurection will always be there.

NEver give up and never let go...