The doors wide open, the music from the years of the adults youth is playing...loudly. The vibrations in the floor are strong, either the floor is weak or the musics loud. The twins of the young mother persistently ask me if they can play with the dog, Cooper. Cooper always barks with newcomers...always. The kids cry easy, better not.
Now I am calm, quiet, thinking about my words. I think about what happened this year, also, what didn't happen. A man jumped from very high in the sky, Obama's in office again, Peter Parker/ Spider-Man suffers a fate worse than death, I started posting on DV, and I become a fan of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson. Many m