page 68-And so go on the Days of our Lives..

I would like to start by saying I have pretty worn out shoes. So I would suggest some clean socks for this brief journey today.

I know my posts have declined immensely. Its not because I do not have anything to say. On the contrary so much is going on I want to run away from it and not think. Its not very productive or smart to harbor all of this. Lately I have just wanted to escape. Old habits are hard to repress. I am a living, breathing work in progress. Sometimes the version of me that shows up for the day is better than others. I was writing about other aspects of  my life prior to these current events that I will be talking about today. I hope to get back on those topics soon.  I hope to see the light again soon.

As I sit here waiting for my therapy session at 5 p.m. I ponder what has happened to me in the last week. I have been advised not to speak about what has happened due to legal recourse . It's too much of a thing not to say anything. From what I understood this is public record anyways. I have nothing or no one to hide from. The truth will set these temporary chains free. I haven't been charged with any charges. So here I go. On Thursday night the Department of Children and Families came and visited me and my children at my home. They came to inform me that I've been accused of some serious miss conduct and allegations. I was in shock that these proceedings were happening. Stalking, physical and emotional abuse, spousal rape for only 1 whole month out a 10 year relationship, threatening her life and possibly a threat of molestation to my daughters. As I sit on my bed staring at this DCF investigator I went into a numb like state to protect myself. I start hearing all the advice from all the people in my life tell me that I should have made a preemptive strike against her. I should of reported her for harassment. I should of made a more official mess of her abandonment. I say this because these accusations can only come from one person. The one person that supposedly for better or worse till death do us part was supposed to be on my side.

How things can change and people can change at the drop of a dime. As I sit here writing about what's going on in my life I can't help but overhear my mom talk to someone on the phone. She speaking about someone who just died about 3 hours ago she was only 17 and was hit by drunk driver. My theory is proven. If you think you have it bad it is always someone else who has it far worse. I can imagine dealing with death because it's so final at least I have the ability to continue to fight my battles. I go back to the events of Thursday night September 12 . after taking my statement they asked me if they can speak to the children separately. I walk the hallways pacing like a caged animal while my mind runs in a million directions at the same time. I should have seen this coming. I should have known the nature of the beast. I do know the nature of the beast and because I do i I would have to become a beast myself. As I watched the system that was made to protect real victims be manipulated and butchered by injustice, my stomach curls and my heart sinks. They make their rounds with the kids. They proceed to search the house for drugs and weapons. They find nothing cause there's nothing to find. By the end of it the DCF investigator offered me her services. I recommend that the children get counseling, especially my son. I feel a little at ease with her offer. They walk out my house and the intensity drops. The pressure from the trauma still remains. I eventually go to bed. 

I got up like I do every morning at 6:30 a.m. and took them to the bus stop. Like every morning they got out, gave me a kiss and told them I'll see them in the afternoon. On this afternoon there would be no pick up. At 2:30 p.m. I get a knock at my door. I get up without panic without a second thought unlock the bolt and turn the knob. A Sheriff's deputy emerges with a packet of papers and continues to inform me a temporary injunction or a restraining order has been made against me. My initial thoughts were what is she up to now. The deputy then goes into more detail saying that I'm to stay away from my wife and my children. The same accusations from DCF were stated on the injunction. The air became stale and my vision shook with fear. My legs felt like they were incased in cement. I said my kids live with me! They will be home within the hour! The deputy seem perplexed with my response. The deputy got on the horn with my old lady advising her that she was responsible for the children now. As the weight of this inked blasphemy was place in my hands by the deputy, reality turned my world upside down. I'm left alone. I thought her leaving me was bad. The absence of unconditional love is the biggest punishment anyone can inflict on someone. I've been in limbo ever since. Day after day of anxiety and silence. The imprisonment of one's emotional stability and source of inspiration is very debilitating. My kids help provide so much of that. I feel as if my will is starving. Oh yeah a few days later got served with divorce papers to be continued...

"The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it."
- Jean Paul

I'm out of steam and have a pounding headache. Thank you for your time cause its the most precious gift we carry.So please spray the shoes and return them where you found them.I have many steps that await me.Goodnight

Page 67-He texted, She texted..

I would like to start by saying I have pretty worn out shoes. So I would suggest some clean socks for this brief journey today.

As I stated on my last post I'm going to transcribe one our latest conversation. Since my birthday I have fallen into a rut of sorts when it comes to her. These almost daily interactions make it difficult to stay on track. I also find that writing it down helps me detoxify myself from the situation. 

Me:
Real quick we need to work out some child support arrangement now that your working cause I been doing this all alone for way to long. You say you have changed so I would imagine there would be no issues in you supporting your kids needs. 
 Old lady:
First of all your mom has been taking care of all of you. Second I told you we have to go through the courts. Third you are not letting me see any of the kids, not even my son. They have not been allowed to call me everyday like we agreed and you are doing things behind my back I do not appreciate.
Me:
Behind your back? What do you know about what goes on here, your clueless. Your responsible regardless  is what you do not understand and the fact that you do not see that says it all. If I go through the courts it will be much, much worse on you. To clarify your lack of transportation is your quote unquote excuse not to see them. I have not said no to you for that so that's on you. None of this foolishness is on me cause I been here the whole time regardless of what so called issues are going on. That's what an adult and parent does you should try it.
Old lady:
I tried working. But because my leg is so bad I couldn't. Like I told you I would come home every night crying and could not stand at all or put any pressure on it.
Me:
You don't want to help out why should I?
Old lady:
Talking to the kids is not you helping me out. Richie you've been told you can't legally keep them from me. So can I please talk to the kids?
Me:
What is helping you? Doing your job as well by being a single parent. You get to do whatever cause you don't deal with the kids on a daily basis. You don't want to help out why should I.
Old lady:
I beg you to let me parent my children. You won't let me even let me talk to them. So get your story straight. I've tried to get you to give him to me. His child support is to put a roof over his head and I am putting his child support towards his roof. I'm not arguing with you. We are adults and we should be able to discuss this. So that's what I'm doing.
Me:
He has been here for you to pick up this whole time. What about the roof I have provided?  Guess that's free huh. Who is stopping you from being thier mother!  No one! Get your story straight!
Old lady:
It is free to a child and you didn't say anything. You and your mom told me that before.
Me:
Its your job to support them and you don't plain and simple. Your the worst excuse of a parent I have ever seen.
Old lady:
Your stopping me. So since you won't let me talk to them this discussion is over.
Me:
Your a joke! You always will be, no one will ever see you as doing the right thing. Your not capable of it, end of sentence, end of everything. You want him he is here. No one is stopping you. You just can't deal with the fact that you have screwed him up so bad that you wouldn't be able to handle him. I told you this being civil wouldn't last. You're impossible to deal with no one can deal with you. You make them so fucking miserable. what you don't understand is that what you have done it said is what has caused this storm ends in this for boy's life. You are the cause of suffering like always. He is suffering a lot from what you have done.
Old lady:
Well he might be suffering a little less if you would allow me to speak or see my son!
Me:
That's not going to solve anything. Your two months too late! Your just not bright when it comes to all of this. Its pointless talking to someone with no soul!
Old lady:
Okay well what time can I come get them so I can speak to them and apologize face to face?
Me:
For being a mother as you say you are clueless to what they need or feelings. Its just a shame. The crazy thing is I do care about you but I just don't know what to say about this situation no more. It breaks my heart how our son is suffering quietly like me and blows up like you.
Old lady: 
It's a shame you are keeping them from me, si shame on you!
Me:
There will never be enough shame to cover what you have done and that's a horrible thing. You are not doing right by nobody espically yourself and until you see that things won't ever improve. I'm saying this cause I care, if you see it or not I do. Since I know you so welli know you won't see where I'm coming from. You can't force someone to love or forgive you. I know this is hard

"Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them."
- Edward R. Murrow

I'm out of steam and have a pounding headache. Thank you for your time cause its the most precious gift we carry.So please spray the shoes and return them where you found them.I have many steps that await me.Goodnight

Page 66-Crayons and love...

Images not lift my should like to start by saying I have pretty worn out shoes. So I would suggest some clean socks for this brief journey today.

"Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you will one day see a brighter dawn than this - when lovelier sights will meet your eyes than any waving trees or ripplin for aaters - when angel-hands shall undraw your together no more but it would of been nice to be in her thoughts on a day as such .stains, and sweeter tones than ever loving Mother breathed shall wake you to a new and glorious day - and when all the sadness, and the sin, that darkened life on this little earth, shall be forgotten like the dreams of a night that is past!"
- Lewis Carroll

Its September fifth and I have slacked on my writing big time. I have been in rut of sorts lately and just have not have had the juice to finish anything really. I go through these waves. I just erased all of my writing from today and I am so pissed. I am trying to write on this laptop and I hit some damn button and it erased like a page and a half. So I am trying to remember some of the crap I wrote down but I am struggling. I had some birthday shit on here but it was kind of lame and maybe its for the best that it got deleted. Yeah my birthday was on the 30th of last month and I am now 35 years young supposedly. I feel like I have wasted much of my life on a personal level. Having my kids was definitely a triumph and I would never regret it. Maybe breeding with their mother I would regret cause my kids deserve an amazing mother and she a seasonal mom at best. That just doesn't cut it. My b day was a bummer for the most part. My kids made these birthday cards that caught me off guard. I guess I am going into daddy mode for a second I usually dont do it.

How can these insightful images not lift my spirit. I received my birthday wishes from the usual suspects. Its always nice to have a fan base of sorts that you can count on. I also got my cheesy lame off key happy birthday song from the kids. Those moments are priceless. What dominated most of the day was her. I was hoping for a call or text from her. I know we are not together anymore but I feel like I'm stuck in a cycle of sorts. It makes me wanna vomit at times that I'm programmed like this still. Its going on four months and I still have moments like this. I still have visions and dreams thst this was all a dream and I will soon wake up from this ongoing nightmare. Is it love or is it routine?  These events brew a vast pallet of emotions. Anger, sadness, numbness, hope, defeat and insanity. If I was to focus on one I would say anger tops the bill. Anger for sure as the laundry list of crap runs laps around my brain and now my heart. Whatever thread of humanity I saw in her is gone. I was going to talk about my b day more but I'm going with the latest saga. Me and her have been  fighting over the kids. I feel she a bad influence and un supportive. She funny enough doesn't agree, go figure. It seems there can never be peace between us. Like the Jews and Palestine. Dispute such challenges I have hope. I have air in my lungs. Vision in my eyes. Blood in my body. Arms and legs to move about. Clean clothes on my back. A few dollars in my pocket. The freedom to express my thoughts and life as I see fit. Dry clean bed if it rains. My children safe and feed. Food in my stomach and in the fridge. Love in my heart. Love from my friends and family. And the perspective to understand that these collection of little things will generate an amazing life for me. That I will succeed, I will rebound, I will weather whatever life brings my way. On my next post I will transcribe our latest disagreement,  until then to be continued...

"Do not confuse motion and progress. A rocking horse keeps moving but does not make any progress."

- Alfred A. Montapert

I'm out of steam and have a pounding headache. Thank you for your time cause its the most precious gift we carry.So please spray the shoes and return them where you found them.I have many steps that await me.Goodnight

page 65-Trying to close the faucet

I would like to start by saying I have pretty worn out shoes. So I would suggest some clean socks for this brief journey today.

Relationships are hard. It's like a full-time job, and we should treat it like one. If your boyfriend or girlfriend wants to leave you, they should give you two weeks' notice. There should be severance pay, and before they leave you, they should have to find you a temp. -Bob Ettinger

I was sitting at subway with Mr veggie in my hand and my electronic bud Mr galaxy tab in my other hand. As my line of sight drifted from my crusty dead looking feet I notice this couple. They were having lunch together sitting about a foot apart. I was jealous of what my eyes were consuming. They were both on their phones and not paying a lick if attention to each other. Was it a comfort thing? Is it a falling out of love and just settling thing? Was it we are so in love we can kick it like this? Because of what I been through and going through I've learned to look for these questions. Look for there answers as well. I had something like that not to long ago. I took a lot of the aspects of having a relationship for granted. I never stop loving her I did that right. I never stop being loyal and faithful as well. I took our time for granted. I expect her there no matter what. I wanted it all without putting in the work. Its a recipe for failure is what that is. As enlightening as my day was darkness is always around the corner ready to leave its mark. It definitely made its presence known in the manifestation of body wash. Yep body wash body wash, Wal-Mart, coochie spray, memories, anxiety and finally sadness. That's about the order it went down. I was shopping last night in the worst possible place, Wal-Mart. The caliber of dumb fucks that congregate in this cesspool of bargins and cheap Chinese manufacturing is unbearable. If it's so bad why do I shop there you may ask? Well I'm not rich or even well off and they got great bargains, lol. So as I maneuver my chariot of a cart I make my rounds. I get some groceries, some school supplies, I even get me a cool new phone on clearance at galf the price. Other than the customers and the employees it was a decent experience. As they say all good things must come to an end. As I pedal my flip flop ass to the checkout I get this brilliant fucking idea to get some extra body wash cause the kids burn through it like wildfire. Also being the Virgo I am I always like to plan ahead and be ready for any unexpected situation. So like any other routine go down the isle, go the item, grab it in and off I go. Hawaiian breeze. I stop like a deer in headlights. My body starts to tingle and my breathing starts accelerating at record speed. I start to see spots like small tiny fireworks. The pressure in my chest at the moment is unbearable. Its her again. She's baaaaccckkkk.... All day I did real good. I was keeping busy. I was talking to multiple people all day keeping my emotions in check. Hell she even called me several times and left a voice mail. I handled that pretty well. 

But this isn't fair. The memories of our life came pouring in like water out of a faucet. Her smile and laughter engulfed my heart and soul for that moment. I could feel her fingers intertwined with mine as we walked together in that moment that was our life. Then it was gone. Like a ghost that came to haunt me. I thought I have shed all my allotted tears for her all ready. I was completely ill prepared for this. It took all my strength to keep walking without collapsing. My breathing got heavier and quicker. Not a good combo at all. I tried avoiding eye contact as much as possible. I guess they are called scars for a reason. I recovered quickly cause the checkout girl had amazing brown eyes of a goddess. A voice of an angel and a smile that gave me comfort for that brief moment. Her name was Cara. I'm bad with names but for those 2 minutes we exchanged pleasantries I held on to that nametag as I weathered my storm. As I walked out of the store and into my car I realized I'll be ok. Its ok to cry, its ok to miss her, its ok to be sad. I'm going home to my babies and she was part of that. There's nothing wrong going home to the people you love. I have found more riches in losing so much than I have ever imagined. 

"Take my hand And lead me to salvation Take my love For love is everlasting And remember The truth that once was spoken To love another person Is to see the face of God."

- Jean Valjean

I'm out of steam and have a pounding headache. Thank you for your time cause its the most precious gift we carry.So please spray the shoes and return them where you found them.I have many steps that await me.Goodnight

page 64-People with clenched fits can not shake hands..

I would like to start by saying I have pretty worn out shoes. So I would suggest some clean socks for this brief journey today.

in·stinct

noun

1 : a natural or inherent aptitude, impulse, or capacity <had an instinct for the right word>

2 a : a largely inheritable and unalterable tendency of an organism to make a complex and specific response to environmental stimuli without involving reason 

b : behavior that is mediated by reactions below the conscious level

Screaming is all I hear. Pain and anguish if a small child lashing out to the world.How can this be ignored. How can a parent senses not go into overdrive to release and medicate this child's misery. My niece who's 2 was at my house cause my sister had to go to work. I walk in the house and my mother is changing her. She apparently had a painful diaper rash. Those screams painted a scene of murder in my mind. We can't stop pain just as we can't stop the sun from rising. Her crying brings me back to yesterday where pain was afflicted onto more children. Unfortunately this kind of pain could have been avoided. The victims this time were my very own children. The perpetrator sadly to say thier own flesh and blood. Thier mother. Before this incident went down me and the old lady I thought had come to some kind of truce. If was like 2 days prior and like clockwork we were up to our necks in venom and shit from what was being thrown around. I came to a point with all of this. This bickering these injustices will never fully come to justice. Never be made right, never made undone. I give her a ring and I pitched her this proposal. I said look I'm exhausted from this senseless pointless waste of time and energy. The bottom line is the kids safety and well being. We both love them and want what's best for them. So through a series of similar dialogue we came to terms with the philosophy of civility for the better good. As I hung up the phone with her I immediately started the clock.

Cause just like a tiger can change its stripes, neither could she. The bomb was going to go off just didn't know when or how. Boom! Boom! Boom! The chaos is all encompassing. When your in it your blinded by pain and rage. My body constricts and trembles from the pressure. My mind plunges into darkness thriving on striking back to the enemy. My Mr Hyde comes out to play. We are in the devil's playground and recess has yet begun. She has a go at me cause I won't bring our son to visit her. Her lack of transportation is not my concern or fucking problem. She's a big girl. I'm a big boy. We fend for ourselves now. There is no more we. There no more sharing. As it is her pattern she threatens to remove my son from me and his sisters. This is her ace in the hole. This about control not love. He starts crying begging me not to let her take him. The scenario of my screaming niece and the hopelessness that accompanies it filled my heart. Mr Hyde wants to inflict this suffering to her. Maybe the pain will kick in her supposed instincts if a parent to protect one's child from suffering. It seemed the more pain I tried to inflict the stronger and more vicious her psychosis became. It was like dealing with a hulk of some sort. An unstoppable force of chaos and destruction. Eventually the tears of my children brought me back to Mr daddy. She was coming for him. She was coming for him. All I could do at that moment was to sit and wait for it to happened. We waited and waited.  

The stillness of the aftermath was unsettling. Every shadow every sound through my nerves into overdrive. I couldn't imagine what was going through that poor boy's mind. Yet another scar and he still has a long life ahead of him. Yet another disturbance in the function of a supposed loving relationship. This is not normal. This is far from ever being right. Just like evil it doesn't have the will to constantly fight for victory. But the damage is done and its profound. What you put out in this world is what you receive back. I will continue to fight for what is right for them and in the end I will be successful. My actions will speak volumes. As for her she has to tell her own story. I just think at this point no one is left who cares to hear. Her problem not mine. These are the days in my life. Never a dull moment. Never....

"People with clenched fists can not shake hands."

- Indira Nehru Gandhi

I'm out of steam and have a pounding headache. Thank you for your time cause its the most precious gift we carry.So please spray the shoes and return them where you found them.I have many steps that await me.Goodnight

page 63-Let out the posion

I would like to start by saying I have pretty worn out shoes. So I would suggest some clean socks for this brief journey today.

"Most people are about as happy as they make up their minds to be."
- Abraham Lincoln

I was going to write something with a purpose. Instead I'm a salad bowl of mixed up emotions. I'm irritated. I'm sad. I'm feeling better about myself. I got a small hop to my step. I am optimistic. I'm alert. I'm combing through my past. I'm drooling about my possible future. I'm horny yet satisfied. I'm frustrated. I'm anxious and slightly calm. I'm not hungry but want candy. I'm alone but I'm finding this thing called sanity. I'm writing this stupid list with no way to end it. I'm looking up instead of the floor. I'm starting to notice the female specimen. I'm speaking my mind, I'm guarding my heart. I'm envisioning my incline not my decline. I'm remembering the events of my continuous pain. I'm learning ways to heal thoses wounds. I'm seeking advice. I'm listening more. I enjoy the silence of life and the story that plays out in its stillness. I pray more. I feel more. I'm feeling much better writing this shit down. I just got interrupted by my broski. She knows who she is. She's a sweet kid. She keeps my anxiety levels down. Now I'm off track. My rage and venom levels have dropped and my inspirational rant has come to a crawling stop. I have so many things going on that I don't know where to start. My marriage is definitely over. My kids mental stability is high on my concern list. My haterd and love for my old lady varies and intertwine constantly. My mom is amazing and gets on my godloving nerves. My friends are amazing.There are so many beautiful woman out there that I'm finally starting to notice. My heart has hardened quicker than I expected. I'm having a lot easier time expressing my feelings and the fear is diminishing quite nicely. The fear of interactions, intimacy and socializing are fading. For ever word I type ten escape me. Well enough of this schizophrenic pattern of thoughts. Its all I got in me guys. If you got any complaints. Please, please send your complaints and concerns to 100 who gives a shit ave, your a moron for continuing to read this United states of stupidly. Just kidding guys I love you all....for now. Be safe and remember we are as rich as the company we keep.

"Advice is what you ask for when you already know the answer but wish you didn't."
- Erica Jong

I'm out of steam and have a pounding headache. Thank you for your time cause its the most precious gift we carry.So please spray the shoes and return them where you found them.I have many steps that await me.Goodnight

page 62-Don't touch me in my private..

I would like to start by saying I have pretty worn out shoes. So I would suggest some clean socks for this brief journey today.

A teacher asked, "Johnny, can you tell me the name of three great kings who have brought happiness and peace into people's lives?" Little Johnny responded, "Drin-king, smo-king, and f*c-king."

On my last post I was talking to my friend about the old lady. As the conversation proceeded it went into another direction. There came a point when the friendship almost mutated into romantic one. We met on Xbox live like 3 years ago. I still remember how the conversation went. I joined a random game on my favorite left 4 dead 2. The game sets up a lobby where you wait for other players to join. The norm is to general introduce yourself self by saying the person's gamertag and then saying do you talk. My usual response is to say, no I don't talk. Well this particular night I was gaming all night trying to escape my miserable existence at the time. Before I could say anything she comes out with hey do you wanna be our pimp? I'm instantly intrigued by this comment. I say hell yeah I wanna be your pimp and the rest is history as they say. To say the least we definitely flirted with each other while balancing the line and not crossing it. Well fast forward to January of this year. Me and the old lady had just split up a couple of weeks prior and I was a blubbering mess. Me and this friend are on the phone as I once again go into the ongoing drama of my life. She suddenly springs on me " I'm coming down to see you!" Of course my initial reaction was to blow it off. Before I can say bullshit she is on her way down from Missouri. As I commence to shit myself my panic mode engulfs my head and then my chest. I was a cocky bastard on the phone and internet but real life I'm a pussy.

So I go the full nine. I get her a hotel room. I stock the room with food and I get me a bottle of vodka. The time of destiny arrives. She comes out of the car and gives me a big hug. I'm paralyze with fear. I grab her things and take them to the room. I sit at the table with my hands folded like the first day of kindergarten. She starts talking to me. I start to slowly open the vodka as if I was handling plastic explosives. One drink, two drinks, quarter of the bottle and finally half of it down the hatch. I'm a slurring, emotional shell of a man at this point. My intent was to relax a bit so I can be myself. I wasn't even close to that. I start crying in front of her! Fucking crying as if my panties were on to tight! "Why did she do this to me?" "I love her so much!" "How can she do this to me again." "I was suppose to die with her holding my hand." Blah, blah, blah! I start banging my head against the wall eventually collapsing on the floor and falling asleep in a puddle of my tears. Do I make first impressions or what. To her credit she didn't leave will I was unconscious to the world. We hung out for a few days held hands and slept in the same bed. Nothing, nothing came close to happening. Believe it or not, I had my old lady ingrained in my heart and soul. I could not genuinely make a move if my intentions were not honest. This is another human being, another set of stories and feelings. Not a play thing not a vessel by far. 

She ended up leaving a few days later. We spent our time together hanging out, laughing and really becoming better friends. To this day I haven't been made to feel as wonderful as she made me feel. I bring all this up cause this triggered something the other day. I was talking to her about her time here with me. I asked her if I had made a move those nights we slept in the same bed how far would have it gone. She immediately shutdown my illusions of me being a Rico suave type in the moment. She did it gently but shut me down none the less. I countered with if she made a move I would've been ok with cause it was happening. Its was ok cause it was happening. I froze my conversation with her all the sudden. I felt like I was giving an out of body experience and I was summoned to a time and place in my past. I was witnessing a deviant act of my childhood. He was on top me grinding himself and shoving his tongue down my throat. I can still taste his saliva in my mouth. I must of been like 8 at the time. Why am I making out with a guy? I don't like this! I don't want this! Why am I having an erection when I wasn't enjoying this at all? Its ok cause it was happening I told myself. As I hovered watching this I could hear my own thoughts. "If I pretend to enjoy it maybe it won't be as long as last time." "Maybe he won't ask me to pull my underwear down this time." "I'm really scared." "He's really doing it rough!" "Does he think I'm a girl right now cause this feels really wrong!"

I have to stop right now cause I feel nauseous. Why are these moments reappearing in my mind? What good will come of this horrifying experiences? I go to therapy to try to sort this out. Anyone with children reading this right now please watch them like a hawk. Anyone or everyone can be a potential threat of this nature. We are extremely complex evil, good beings. We have moments of poor judgment and impulse. We are God and the devil at all times. Its always grey never black and white. 

"It does not take sharp eyes to see the sun and the moon, nor does it take sharp ears to hear the thunderclap. Wisdom is not obvious. You must see the subtle and notice the hidden to be victorious."

- Sun Tzu, The Art of War

I'm out of steam and have a pounding headache. Thank you for your time cause its the most precious gift we carry.So please spray the shoes and return them where you found them.I have many steps that await me.Goodnight