That's pretty much what I have to
say. I suppose I should say that when I went to the hospital they told me I had
a dislocated shoulder, and the weird thing was as soon as they put it back in
the socket the pain disappeared. All that suffering and it was gone in one second.
Now, a few years after all this
stuff happened, Drake is dead and my Grampa is dead and Erin is married and
Taylor is making films and Bakhurst is still teaching his philosophy classes
and Michelle is here in the other room near the University of Sydney. I guess I
could say that if there is justice, it's only in that we all have today, and
maybe that's good enough. I suppose if you can learn that, then life isn't so
bad. And if there's an irony to it all, it's that I miss those days just as
tomorrow I'll miss writing this down today. It's raining outside but I still
have time for a ride on my mountain bike down to the beach before dark. Might
as well because you never know what's going to happen tomorrow.