Bruce and the extra cheese

Bruce Springsteen played Buffalo last night. The show ended at midnight, not because I knew the schedule, but that's when the phones lit up, preceding the flow of burnouts and cougars. While the smell wasn't as strong, more than a few were high as a kite.

I've never seen so many 45 year olds ordering so much pizza in my life.

The archivist

I've been corresponding lately with individuals I've known for a long time. Ten years, to be precise. What this person might not know, is that ten years ago I kept a journal. A very detailed, complete journal. I recorded... everything. I can tell you the day it all started, the day it escalated, and the day it all fell apart.

But then again, dates were really my thing. You know who you are. Take that thought with you. :p