Not That I'm Keeping Score...

If fortune favors the foolish, maybe Sam and I are just wiser than even we knew. Lots of small things and a few significant things that only really happen to people living in el mundo malo.

How'd we get there? How do we get back to el mundo bueno?

I seem to recall that you just have to breathe, to focus, and to face and not fear. San Francisco is supposed to have herself a big cry (read: rain) on Sunday or Monday. Perhaps we should both join her, then get the fuck on with the sunshine already.