I’m in Southern California living beyond my means at a swanky beach resort meandering around a piano player performing in the open court and I’m slipping through an iron railing on the upper deck and looking below with too much heart protesting railings against my nature and Mother nature and Human nature when it becomes heart sick with romantic trials and love turns a belly sour with no real goodbyes – so what’s one to do when the wife leaves you and your most imaginative buddy dies?
