Less than chipper

I’ll be honest with you, I don’t know what a dream is anymore. I got a lot of shit kicked out of me.

Have you somehow made your peace with this world? I’m curious: without getting all religious or flaky on me, can you tell me how you did that?

Once upon a time, lord, wasn’t I sweet? A more mild-mannered, easy-going guy you couldn’t find. We all know, though, that things change, and often enough we’ve no good idea why, or how. Not exactly, anyway. The goodness bleeds out of you. The world takes your trust through a series of thefts both large and small. One day you wake up and you no longer recognize your face in the mirror. The muttering voice in your head is as unfamiliar as the face.

Dreams are tough things, cruel schoolchildren, cheap balloons, faded flowers, broke down hot rods, blind dogs, etc. Time carves them all down to dim wishes and fragments of memory.

Brad Zellar