it doesn't start with honesty

There is a bar on North Main Street in Providence called the Penalty Box. It always sounded like a gay bar, don't know why. Not that it matters.

Anyway, it's a fun little place with great beer. And seeing a showcase of good bands doesn't hurt, either. One of them, The Masons, put on a fucking incredible set. i have only seen them three times, but already i have songs of theirs that i cannot get out of my head.

A sorely needed diversion after having it out with A again; it was pointed out that i need to watch my anger, or the police will be called.

How can two people who shared so much be such strangers? I feel betrayed on so many levels i don't know where to start. The best place to start is to let it go... that isn't lost on me.

But knowing and doing are two completely different things. i feel like for most of my life i have known what to do, but doing it is challenge.