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.