I drove by the shopping center this afternoon. It was a late evening setting sun. Skies were cloudless and blue. It just looked cold and I shivered in response. Nobody was to be seen. No Big S. No Dexter. The cold had chased them inside, or the lack of benches chased them away. I sometimes miss that crazy group of misfits I called the gang. I don't miss the hangovers, though.
I am still not up to snuff. My mind is a tangled emotional mess of wants, needs, and desires. I keep telling myself I should be so thankful for what I have now. It took homelessness and a near death bout with alcoholism for me to find gratitude about such things.