I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection

Two points for honesty
It must make you sad to know that nobody cares at all

Down on Virginia and La Loma
Where I got friends who'll care for me
You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted
I got an attitude of need

Set an open course for the virgin sea

We lived happily forever
So the story goes
But somehow we missed out
On the pot of gold
But we'll try best that we can to carry on

homesick for a place that doesn't exist

Maybe I'll find a way out of here,
Darling, my dear.
Maybe I'll find home away from home.
Will I ever know?
I can see it...

Said, "I don't know...
Where I lost her, darling said she'd never leave."
She's crawling up
The stairs, I can hear her,
She's calling my name and it kills!

Does it feel like home?
Does it feel like home?
Will I ever know when it feels like home?


Home…
Hard to know what it is if you’ve never had one
Home…
I can’t say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is

We're a long, long way from home...
Home's a long, long way from us...

Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to. ~John Ed Pearce


"...it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place..."

We shall overcome...

A couple pictures of the snowing, windy, freezing "spring" clean-up day at the King & Queen. Yup, that is me with a chainsaw. Awesome.

Ashley can sell me anything she wants...

it's a good thing chickens have big breasts

behold the power of the breast

a sesame seed bun, in case you're a bun guy...