just came up with it as a sort of song to play. I'm close to home now, but traveling made me realize something... Life close to home just sucks. Everyone I've met just wanted to bring me down, well that's what I get just for being a dying breed of man. Sometime after my marriage, I plan to move away from the place that takes pleasure in seeing me come close to crying. I've already taken up the subject with Clare, and she thinks the same thing. Truth be told, who would want to live in a city that's been called the murder capital of Canada? It's depressing!