Freedom at midnight

God, its been long. So long, that I have forgotten why I wanted a blog. Exhibitionism. No, probably my wisecracking cup runneth over. Or, do such cups instead crack open? See, what I mean?

Why am I back? Because, maybe I see freedom around the corner. Or, is she playing the matador to my life's bull? I hope not. But, I want to talk. Say something funny. Recall what it felt like. To not have a tug reminding you that it is so easy to get it all wrong. To not feel responsible.

But my audience has moved on. Slipped through the cracks in my life.