On A Long Forgotten Journal
Over the weekend I found an old journal of mine. It was one of those hard covered ones, beautifully bound, with leaves embossed on the front. The following was inscribed in a beautiful font on the title page:
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind always be at your back.
And underneath, in what can only be described as "angry cursive", I had added the following:
And may the next one care about you as little as you did about me. Asshole.
Vindictive, I must have been!











