[GeronL]

A brittle life beaten down by life itself. Who could he blame? Not himself, it was never his fault. His stooped shoulders and slow gait was all he had to show for a life unlived. A life he merely passed through unattached to anything or anyone. When he was young it was enough to be alone, the not needing or wanting what life could offer. Now, in his latter years, he sees the mistakes he has made and is angry. But, not with himself-with the world.

*SOB* story of my life!! *sniffle*

[processing please hold]

*laughing* Life's a hoot. You never know what it will throw are you. Just make sure you have your trusty well oiled baseball mitt handy. lol