Writing

When I am hurt I have to write. That is my therapy. It can get quite cynical. The only person I could get cynical about these days is Chucky. The Big Herod moved out of the neighborhood and I am at peace. The golden beard boy never was nasty and I have to laugh when I think how he behaved. Someone from the golden beard boy's parish e-mailed me and wanted to know the Big Herod's first name. I sent it to them but asked why they wanted it.