...and if I had a time machine, I'd go back to this date 11 years ago, June 22 2001, when I was on the golf course with a couple friends. Even though I didn't know it at the time, that afternoon/evening was the last time in my life that I was truly content. Shortly after I got home, we got the call that my step-son had taken his own life
Today, I'm going to do my best to work as normal & then tonight, The Bitch & my step-daughters are going to take a tour of the Sabres locker room. It didn't click in when I made the arrangements, but it worked out well so that the 4 of us can spend the evening together.
Sorry to start off your Friday on a down note.