We get by. Drug the pain and pass the time. We got needs. We've got better things to see. We believe. In promises we'd never keep. We get by. Drug the pain and pass the time.

What a friggen beautiful day. The surf is strong and the smell of the saltwater is sweet. The only thing belying the winter season is the hint of a chill in the air. I have a pretty fantastic view out of my wall of windows. I can almost see the ocean. I only have to walk out to the street and look right.

There's something about the fall and winter here. Something that really strikes a chord with me. Life feels meatier. Maybe it's the shades of the sky or the time of reflection that hangs on us at the end of a year. I wonder if I would feel different were I in Australia where winter is during our summer months. One of these days I'm going to find out. The cozing up feeling, good friends huddled in tiny bars, thick coats and frozen cheeks. It's quite possibly my favorite time of year.

It's the season of the singles. Spring cleaning has arrived a season early. A handful of friends are getting divorced. A handful have ended their relationships, some for the second time. Welcome to the club, boys. Pull up a pint and let's talk. Misguided hope. Hope can be a dirt, dirty bastard. I love Shawshank but sometimes I really want to do away with the whole notion. I've never been good at hiding my feelings. Heart, sleeve, together 4 Eva. Not good. Over some ice cold Hefs my two most recent breakee's and I talked of love and life and music and madness. One a singer/songwriter, the other his drummer. Half the band is on the prowl, ladies. Watch yo step.