Dear Friends,

Well, I just got done watching an Arnold Swartzenegger (sp?) movie. You know the one where he is a burned-out cop/fireman/security guard who has a drinking problem because his family was killed so he goes on a phycotic rampage and destroys a hole bunch of stuff while in the same time completing the revenge on the peverbial bad guy who put him in his state in the first place?

Yah that one...

Anyway, it occured to me during my blight of entertainment that I hadn't wrote a Dear Friends, in a while so I made my way into Tom's room and started my adventure into the world wide web.

You know it's weird living my life. Constantly analyzing every possible possibility to every questionable question that my mind ever conceivably conceives. I am serious, I sure all of you don't have enough time on your hands to ever wonder if we can measure distance with time......

ex: How far you? oh about 20 minutes away....

Then why is it weird to measure time with distance?

ex: What time is it? oh about 30 miles?

That's right....only I would think up something stupid like that. Well I won't lie. I might not think it up but, darn it. I will have the free time to sit and dwell upon it for three hours. More so, I will write email letters to all my friends about it causing the ever popular thought of "what the hell is he talking about?"

Yet this is me....and this is what I do. This is who I am. Who I will always be. Constantly analyzing stupid analogies that no one would have ever cared about if I hadn't brought it up. I feel like a ACT Test or something. I feel like I bring up questions and stories that make no sense yet give other people the compelling feeling to try and figure out. Yet once they do they probably will never really need the answer the rest of their lives. Is this true? Or am I just stuck analyzing myself again? My life? My choices? My dreams? My love? Or maybe the love I could have had? Or should have had? Or should have hadn't?

I sense I have gone to far.

That's what I get for looking to deep again. I don't think my brain can handle it.

Love ya,

antny