Hello and good evening ladies and gentlemen. A friend said something to me this evening that not only brought a thought to my mind but also snowballed a towing wave of memories and ideas. “That was over two years ago Moon,” he said as we were taking about past memories and times we had with friends and colleagues. I realized that it’s time to move on. Not only from this little town called Davis, but from everything else. As I stood there talking to my friend, I looked at the long line of bar going patrons and realized, at that age, would I be doing the same thing? trying to be young when i really am not? It is in my hopes that i do not become one of those people. Now I am not saying that I am old. Hell I’m only 23, ripeful age to still go partying and having wild nights till the cows come and all that jazz. But lately I been feeling the urge to slow down. Tonight, all by myself, I strolled through the Davis streets, looking for a quiet place to sit and read my new novels I had just purchased.  And throughout my travels, my steps, I saw something. It wasn’t romance, it wasn’t love, and it wasn’t a chance for sex, it was a companion. Someone that someone can depend on and have fun with without there being hurt feelings, past feelings, or awkwardness. A companion, a person I can turn to and would be always willing to spend time with me, make me laugh, cry and just plain smile. But I digress more on that in a later wriitng.

I want to talk about something thats been on my mind as of late, and it is the idea of running away from your problems. People hate conflict, I do and I know many others that run from their problems by coming to me for advice about them. I am no remedy, no cure-all, no magical herb that makes people forget. No they’re drugs for that if you want to take the cheap way out of reality. Running away from the city you are in because of the people who are there, the memories that it holds. More importantly, abandoning the people who create those memories in a wink of an idea like they would forget who you are if you stop talking to them, like they never existed. Fear is what causes all of this, fear and the inability to move on. I am a person who lives for the past, that is why I have so many pictures, movies, trinkets, coats, clothes. I am the father of all packrats because I cling to memories like a person with a terminal disease clings to life. But I think its about time to pack that stuff up, I think its time to move on and stop living in the past meaning past loves, past deaths, past incidences and most important past regrets. So tomorrow my fellow readers which I am not even sure I have…I am packing all of it up and looking forward towards the future of things. Hello and good morning to you all, tomorrow is a new day.