Friday, July 31, 2009

671 : Primal fear…

My mother tells me (and I have vague self-fulfilling memories) that I used to be a tinderbox as a kid, supposedly, took off from my dad (who is today as sober and tad as a hamster).

Maybe those instincts never went away, they were always there, now, rearing its head at the most unwelcome of spots in my life.

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