Ah, 2004. I remember like it was yesterday. What a joyous year.
This year has been good to me. I'm not certain what it is, but I feel more of a part of this whole porn thing now. Though I am not where I want to be yet, I feel like I'm finally on the right track. Until recently, I've felt like I'm swimming agaisnt the current in a toilet where someone desperately needs to shake the handle.
As far as my personal life goes, it has been fairly smooth, though friend and neighbor lost his nephew, Nathan Brown, to an RPG in the back of an open truck in Samarra on Easter day. Meeting his parents and attending his funeral absolutely destroyed me emotionally for a several days. I'm just glad that his mother is a straight-talking no-bullshit anti-Bush kind of mom. (She, by the way, put up a huge stink just recently about Rumsfeld not personally signing his letters to grieving soldiers' parents. Rumsfeld has now vowed to sign each one.)
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