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This is a true story, no names have been changed, because there are no innocent in this story. So, let me really introduce myself, my name is John Jones, and no shit its about as common as say, John Smith, (Doctor Who reference) and around mid-November 2005, I fell at work, I fell approximately 22 feet. Oh I should elaborate as to what I do for work.     Okay, I am a union Ironworker, I build bridges, high rise buildings. I work the steel structures that most modern buildings would not exist without. Okay so on with the story     I fell about 22 feet, i hit everything on the way down. I did it in such a way that I was able to get up and

Why is it that love is so close to hate? What is the difference, I wonder sometimes if there is, Have you ever noticed, That we hurt the ones we love, And the the ones who love us, Hurt us the most? Who, I I want to know, is the sick mind who made us this way? It had to be something perverse to do this, No caring being, would ever do this, in hopes of anything good, or lasting. Hate and hurt, are so closely related to love and care, That it makes life an absolute TORTURE, to endure.....

This has been a bad couple of months. That man of black, the Grim one, has been taking friends from me, and all way to young. First was Mike Bippes, yeah he was a loud mouth pain in the ass, but he wasnt even 51 yet. Then there was Bill, Bill Bruzas, He was 54. A great guy to know, and a good friend. And today, Karma Pagler, she was 47, and could t catch a break. Its just is a bitch, I tell you something Mr Grim one, when you come for me I will not go quietly, kicking and screaming and punching you in the throat. I might just be the one that Kills Death, One never knows....

Spot, see Spot run Run Spot run! Piss on the hydrant, Run Spot run! Crap on the lawn, Run Spot run! Rape the cat, Run Spot run! See man with big gun! Run run run run Spot!! BANG! Goodbye Spot!

    So, as I left my doctor, it still haven't sunk in. I had a tumor in my head on my brain. Inoperable, he said, and several specialists back him up.     Now, what do I do with this information? I wasn't sure. I mean the last couple of years have been bad, no work, no

I learned that a good friend had passed away recently. But I thought to myself that, "The dates on this notice had to be wrong. I had just seen him the other day."      I had been wrong, the dates were right. I just couldnt

Now the time is here, And I ask myself that same old question, Should I go on? Or should I succumb to the bleakness? Then the other questions arise, Why should I carry on? Do I really want to? It seems that, even though, I have plenty of reasons to keep going forward, There are an equal number saying to stop. I am not sure if I can handle this precarious balance much longer, Still the question remains Should I go on?

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