Originally posted by WoodgieIf you were really Grampy Bobby's son, you'd have more paragraph breaks. You're obviously a bastard, in the classical sense of the word.
Cotton candy or candy floss?
I think now, looking back, we did not fight the enemy; we fought ourselves. The enemy was in us. The war is over for me now, but it will always be there, the rest of my days. As I'm sure Phlabibit will be, fighting with Grampy Bobby for what Nordlys called "possession of my soul." There are times since, I've felt like a ch ...[text shortened]... ow, and to try with what's left of our lives to find a goodness and a meaning to this life.