Life is Killing Me

Evening all,

As i was driving back from visiting my dad tonight,

(i'd been trying to jog his fading memory to see if i could get him to remember it was my birthday tomorrow using subtle prompts such as : "Don't forget its my birthday tomorrow" and " i hope you haven't spent too much money on birthday present ")

i saw the bruised violet of the setting sun and as it mirrored my mood of melancholia i was hoping to get a good photo of it.

I couldn't and didn't, but its a blip, and if i can only work out how to get to that footbridge, there'll be another traffic trail on the way!

Night all


Type O Negative