Friends

Bryon and I never had a lot of friends, didn't feel the need, we had each other. I have a very small group that I can call friends but not enough that I feel comfortable calling then up and telling them what a crappy day I had. If I had the resources(nice term for unlimited money) I would pack up my car, grab my girls and my camera and go. Don't know where, don't care. I love taking pictures and I think I have a gift for it. I would love to sit in the Badlands of South Dakota and watch the sun set,wait for the perfect rain storm complete with lightening. I would talk to the old timers listen to them talking about the olden days. Then I would move on. I could put together a coffee table book of my journey. Maybe out there I could rediscover who I am, come to terms with Bryons death.maybe I could become whole again. But as Bryon would say "it's a nice dream". Yes a nice dream but dreams don't pay the bills. But I will hold on to this dream, one day,maybe one day.
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