Tragedy

You know summer's over when people start betraying their lovers and looking for sympathy when they've done really bad things to each other. My circle of friends is torn at the moment because of betrayal. . . the worst kind. I am glad it's not me getting hood-winked this time. I am happy that I've cut the worst people out of my life. The name Chad Vogler has become the word we use for the type of person who betrays his friends, and it's perfect. When I meet a person who I think is shady, I ask myself if this person is a Chad Vogler.

I am also happy that I can be the consoler this time rather than the consoled. I am much too trusting. I feel like I'm always the one getting the short end when it comes to stick grabbing, and it's usually someone I've trusted who gives it to me.

Everyone I know has broken up with their s.o.'s and is hurting. It is going to be a long Autumn.

In the meantime, I am dreaming of motorcycles thanks to "Hell Ride."