This afternoon, the freeway near San Diego, my sister's truck blew a tire.
According to information I've recieved so far, her truck rolled over and flipped several times.
She died at the scene.

I've got a lot sitting in my lap at the moment. I'm always the one everybody leans on. It's been that way since I was an early teen.
Got two hysterical parents at opposite ends of the country, a brother,nephews and nieces, arrangements to take care of.
Duty calls.
Again.

All I want to do right now is grab a bottle and find oblivion.

I really don't much care right now.
I feel alone.
Because I am.
Fuck the world.
Fuck it all.

Don't know when I'll be back.