yestermorning, a dove flew down on a branch and nodded his head at me and I new it was a sign from Jesus that you are in heaven looking at me. It felt good.

The Devil takes special delight in watching us fall for vices we once thought we were superior to.

Lest others think I believe in conspiracy theories, I am beginning to quietly believe Alex Jones may be on to something.

Today my son was wounded in Afghanistan. His buddies may have died. I have yet to know.

All good things come to an end, and today I released my Pikachu into the wild so he could be happy. I'll never forget you, Sparky.