Digging Towards The Root.

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I love to write. It sets me free from what flows through my pen, if that is my intention. In other instances, the writing is so very well a piece of me, that I cannot stop looking at it. The feeling that flows through me when I pick it up a short while, forgotten but not lost, is indescribable. 

Last night, my car was destroyed. It was sometime around 2:30 am and I was editing a film on my computer when I should have been sleeping. The window was open and all I could feel was the cool wind. And then that cool wind brought in the sound of a shock system of oh, say, a Volvo S60, casing the small dip of the grass. 

After a short explosion of metal crunching and dust glass shattering, I was just getting outside. I called out Anthony and Sean. Sam was there too, unexpectedly. We all go outside to see what had happened. 

My car had been hit from the passenger side. The door was unable to be opened. The trunk was inside itself. There is no better way than saying that. Sams car was screwed too. A For Sale sign laid PERFECTLY upside her car. Of course I shot it. I tried talking cameras to the csi photographer. 

I said, "Oh Canon, huh? I have a 1D!" ................ "Okay nice talking to you!" 

haha, she was in the zone. 

My cat was in and around all three cars while the csi photog was shooting the scene. it was hilarious. i got several shots of that. the kid was drunk as all hell too. it was quite a scene. everyone was okay though even the dumbass. 

More to come.