I moved further south, today. Things have gotten so hard in Colorado, I just can't make it alone, and good luck finding a good woman who isn't dead, taken, or as emotionally unavailable as me. It's raining, a lot. I've always loved rain. It's peaceful, it's the one time I can't hear them in my head, fighting with eachother, or us later in my life. Trauma is such a strange thing. Something as simple as a few good memories of...