I dream about the bones of the animal from a long forgotten time and about the poison it put into my belly all those years ago. 

Mice were not nearly as warm as men.

I have also heard people say not to question good luck when it comes your way so I will not question it and I will enjoy it

sometimes it is hard to tell how someone is doing by how they look

Words on paper can lie just as much as a mouth can lie

I think they became less happy once I started winning what they thought they should have been winning

those same people did not come anywhere near my cabin when my brother was dying or when my mother was dying.

The biggest town nearby might have been Athabasca and I think then it really depends on what someone thinks is big and what someone thinks is nearby.

Probably the truth is in the middle somewhere.

The light did not change and that seemed funny to me but the time between seasons could be a funny thing.

It felt good to have a friend who did not seem to care I am not the smartest person in the room

Ever since my brother and mom died I told her I have busied myself with work and have been trying to find something to fill a hole in my guts I did not know xsisted.

Some times I think I am just writing what I want to remember and how I want every thing to have been

Old Man Bloom always says you make your own luk you make your own luk you make your own luk the sweat off your bak is what makes your luk.