Well here I am again finally taking the step forward to grind it out day in day out until I have something resembling a story.  I have been wanting to write something for years and am finally making a decision to write just write.  I figure that I have enough gumption and tenacity to write everyday except putting it all together into a cohesive story with a decent plot will take a lot of effort on my part.  Thinking about it now I should probably do some research online and maybe invest in some books on the subject.  Anyway I have yet to do that so here I am just throwing something out there.  I would appreciate any comments or critisism and would love advice.  Here it goes.

I stood there confused but mostly relieved that I had finally made a decision.  How was I going to explain this to my family, but more importantly how was I going to explian this to him?  I grabbed my things and left that damned house so many memories - unwanted memories - yes I learned a lot, but at the cost of so many of them.  Their innocence waning I had no choice but to seal them in that abysmal place.  That choice more than anything weighed on my conscience.  As I walked down the street I got lost in the trees imagine that after everything that took place I still had the strength to look up.  Come to think of it I had not counted the cracks in the sidewalks since I started this endevour.  I leveled out my head just in time to catch myself from running into somebody.

"Hey, watch it!," she said.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice you my head was in the clouds," I replied.

"More like up your ass you almost knocked me over!," she exclaimed.

"I already aplogized what do you want from me?," I quipped.

"Let's start over my name is Jorrel and as you pointed out I had my head up my butt and I have the unfortunate luck of literally running into people you should be happy I didn't touch you otherwise we would both be in a heap."

"Well hello Jorrel I could care less who you are and about the whole touching thing you should be happy you didn't touch me..." she tralied off as she bound down the street.

What would I do with myself now?  I had been to places that for all intents and purposes did not exist and seen things that were never meant for mortal eyes.  One would think that I would want nothing more than to clense myself of all this wicked energy.  Yet all I could think to do was walk.  For how long was irrelevent to where did not matter all that mattered is that I keep moving.  After a couple of hours of just wandering it began to hit me that no one was aware of what just took place.  Everybody was going through their daily routines completely oblivious as to what had just occured.  Had I imagined the past few months and if so what had it all meant to me, to my family and close friends, to the universe?  The mountains and forests and swamps that I trecked through were real I was real at least I thought so at the time.

I ended up at the local dive bar one that I had frequented until very recently that is until everything started going wrong.  This place was magical and not just in the figurative sence.  It had life and it breadthed and with each breadth negative energy was evacuated and positive enrgy flowed and crashed like a tsunami.  I had always felt safe in that place with all those wonderful people talking and smiling with their eyes God their eyes were always so happy.  I walked in and my presence was immediately known to all inside.  I smiled at the bar tender and moved toward her she saw me and walked around the bar arms out.  We hugged and she immediately asked where I had been for the past few weeks?  Maybe I had imagined it fuck what had happend?  I told her that I had been out of town with family.  She asked if everything was all right with me?  I instinctivly said that everything was fine and that I go and visit my family on occasion for a few weeks for shits and giggles.  I could tell she wasn't bying it but customers were coming in and she had to go and man her post.  I took my usual cup of lemon water from the end of the bar and proceeded outside.

"Jorrel!," shouted a voice from the corner.

I turn to stone immediately it's him.  My eyes dart around only to catch his deadly gaze.  He motions me over to him and I start to lose myself as I walk towards him I don't know what is keping me from fainting.  I take a seat across from him throw out my hand he takes it and we do that new-age handshake.  Something is different about him his air is one of someone who couldn't be more content with the world.

"What's up man how have you been we all thought that you had been 86'd from here no one has heard from you in weeks we were all starting to worry about you."

"Oh I'm fine I went to my sister's house in L.A. to chillax for a few weeks I hadda get away for a bit and unwind.  I have been sweatin goin back to school and needed some family support."

"Cool, cool just wanted to make sure you're doing okay and I wanted to invite you to my art openeing tonight."

"Woudln't miss it for nothing homes."

"Right on I'll see you later then peace out dude and take care"