las vegas is a good reminder of things you think you want but in reality, you don't need.

what happens in vegas, stays in vegas? nope. clarity setted in the bellowing glare of lights, the clinkity clinks of coin fall, wrinkles if time sporting ben-gay, and personal jesus philosophy talks over two feet canisters of margaritas.

more later. let's just say, i am back.

well, not yet. still not home. but i am back.