last week of summer 08

yes the endless summer is ending. the beer infused herbally hazed days of daze must and always end. I begin the next and hopefully most profitable education project. HVAC my friend. within a few months should be making good money as if that will fill the voids of life. One begins to question the purpose of one's existence, I mean, more than usual, when home alone. living in the head. cold wife at work. we are mutually together sometimes I think only for J, time will tell all as it must. she doesnt understand me much, nor I her for nearly a decade together seems strange. it sucks growing up and seeing the willful illusions behind nearly everything life offers. This is why I have no real ambition, save meditation on surf, sky, mountain, women (in general, not necessarily specific). consumption of the best quality beer I can afford. a smoke. who will say if my life was/is a failure or success? I am just another bug on the side of the massive cosmic wave we call life. will die, as a reward for my troubles.