The fire brigade comes back in about 50 days, but who’s counting. I remember coming home from his house and going directly for the laptop to write “Shook”. Some people are brought into our lives to show us a thing or two, in the most spectacular way. He thinks I write about my sexcapades, no having to guess what’s on his mind.

When I pulled into my barn home earlier today, I got a whiff of that sweet smell that you get when the leaves are dying beneath you, and the rot begins to take over. I’m always ecstatic to be with my kids, makes the four-hour drive worth it no matter how tired I am.

And what else was I forgetting? Oh yes, the changing of the seasons. I’ve gone from a harsh and cold winter of the mind to this strange spring of blooms to a fiery summer of intensity. So now it’s fall. What does that mean for my life? No idea, I guess I’ll have to smell the rot of those deaths happening around me. The deaths of my old self, the way I used to move through life. It smells pretty sweet!