death. i dested that word. i detested it unitl the one day i met it. and it came in the form of Slyvester Adams.

No, he didn't smoke like you see in all those "above the influence" commericials. No he didn't take drugs. No, Sylvester Adams was a different kind of death.

The death in which you live and breath but you are doing it for others and are never happy yourself.

To be continued...

Stew & Sue's side

Its one of those days-
the one when i wear the ponytail again
the one day to keep my head down
Its one of those hours-
when i eat lunch alone

FINISH WHEN IM DONE