Humans can't fly it's a myth. We fall. They say “step out in faith and maybe you'll fly.” But the truth is, gravity will always hold, and we fall. And sometimes we reach terminal velocity and we fall as fast as an object can.

The fire burned it soft glow against the wall. It's shadows dancing for me. The noise of drunkards and police come in the house up from the street. The sounds and sights are familiar and warm. The peace of the house juxtaposed to the chaos of the streets. I sit on the couch not thinking of what to write next. The words just keep coming to me, just like the beers kept come to Rick and Donna the night they got married in O' Toole's Bar.

The West side of Grand Rapids.