There are days that I have come to question my own sanity. The term crazy doesn’t make you bad however it does make you different, but then what truly is crazy, what is normal and just who set the terms for these phrases? (It wasn’t me that I can promise you). As I sat down yesterday and tried to yet again get the paper to tell me what it wanted to be, I found myself doodling (as my wife calls it) with no rhyme or reason late into the night, somewhere around midnight I quit for the night and started back at it around ten in the morning. After another three hours or so this is what the paper turned into, PURE INSANITY with no rhyme or reason. Life is great.



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