I prefer winter to the summer, cold frozen days to the warm sunny ones. The bright shiny summer days pretend to bring you a lot but at the end of the day, the only bone they throw you is the blame that you were ungrateful for its fake opportunities. Cheers to the chilly winter nights who whisper in to your ear "fucking great dude, we made it to another day"!

I had this strange dream last night, that all the old pals - even the dead ones - and I were together again. Even my old charger was found.

"How are you"? It's never been a question. More of a reminder that "hey buddy! Chins up!"