August 24, 2004

There are times when you realize that your best friend is You.

You don’t need anybody else to be complete, to find that fulfillment and contentment we crave so much.

I need to go home for a while; walk alone on the beach at sunset - watch the waves go about their business - never ceasing, never resting.

But I need a rest.

That’s why I want to go home.

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Private Blues to see you, Sir.

What is it Blues?

Sir, the men tell me you’re an atheist. I thought I was an atheist too, but then this morning I suddenly found myself praying.

Well, you can pray all you want, son, but the only one who’s gonna get your ass outta here alive is You – you’re a fool if you think there’s anybody looking out for you. That’s why I've never believed in no God - I believe in myself!

I use to say the same thing, Sir, but today I realized I do believe in God; its just that I don’t believe he can or will do anything for me.

You’ve been here a long time, son. This place can do crazy things to a man. I hope to God we all get to go home soon.

Did you just say …’God’, Sir?

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