i miss walks, tonight was perfect for a walk outside, when i can chuckle to myself about the absurdities of life, there's still time, i could go outside now, wander around this wet campus of mine, wander, the rocks that were my friends, that held me close, caressed me with words of love, wisdom, understanding and graffitti, one t or 2? mark 3 strikes, i'm out, but that's only one batter, with many more left to go, innings left, the games just begun. a bet that's lost without a true wager. life is good when you can laugh at it. for the dawson's creek fan in you, see a variant of this...