Did you say that any attempt to explain anything in your life, anyone in your life, is half-hearted, compared to the full-hearted confessions of your love for Maya we witness wonderfully on this board, and Cassandra beautifully noted.

I am reminded of the college freshmen who toppled off barstools at Syracuse Univ when the NY drinking age was 18, some got up some never did.

Or my son attending Reed college stoned each time I visited and enablingly giving him half of the money in my pocket to spend as he saw in fits of mj's grasp.

Rebellion happens, we parents get torn new assholes, some deserved, some not when the rebellion is blind, or at least, near-sighted.

Students who fell off barstools and my son who fell off the world for a while, did not have a mother who was fighting for her life haunting their every breath and diatribe they whiplash their surroundings with.

Its tough being the blotter soaking up the bad ink of a life in review.