Fortune, fame. Mirror vain. Gone insane. But the memory remains.

No longer a part-time bartender,the pub has seen me through so much. I'm gonna miss the place; sitting on the beer barrel, performing lame magic tricks, boozing my life away with my regulars.

Goodbyes are never easy to say. I wish it could've been some other way. Work has never been so fun. And you have all been a part of it.

So to all the friends I've made over this past year and a half: The pub may be gone, but the memory remains. Take care, and may our paths cross soon again.

And cant the band play on
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black

Chuck Again

There are good months, and there are bad months. And then there are the really bad months. Bereavement, deadlines, bills and retrenchment. Chuck has certainly seen better times. An awfully bad time to be doing too much thinking, but some things do innately trigger certain responses. And today was one of those.

'You're not perfect, neither am I. Perhaps nothing is. But the relationship came pretty darn close, at least to me. It was comfortable, it was peaceful, it was blissful. It was everything I sought, everything I wished for. Maybe everything breaks down in time. The only affliction came from the way it did. I just shrugged and kept moving, an actor's smile masking the conflict between an indifference portrayed outside and the disappointment within.'

'Through good and bad, I never regretted you. Put me back in time and I'll re-walk the same route. So I never quite understood your reluctance to return. Nor your justifications and fear. They say people forget what others say, what others do, but they never forget how others made them feel. Nothing like searching for that sense of peace you used to give, during these trying times to illustrate how true that is. And that maybe I'm not so okay afterall.'