Idea of March

Alright March, what's the big idea?

One of my friends has passed into the beyond which I so nonchalantly resolved to discuss in every post a few weeks ago. I still have cds of hers. One of them was Bella Morte. Beautiful dead. She introduced me to a lot of music and she always had a smile and a hug for me. In fact, she insisted on the hug. What a sweet girl.

Another friend was savagely beaten... this week. I might have talked to him 10 (or less?) minutes before it happened if I'd answered my phone. Who knows, sometimes little things change people's lives. Maybe he would have been unharmed. He's doing fine, from what I know. I've heard from him since and he's recovering quickly.

You see, I'm not blaming myself. Just questioning. I have so many questions. Questions circling my mind like bayonetted vultures. Waiting to run into each other so they can feast on my curiosity.

Who is it who's in danger of curiousity? Cats? Ah. right. cats.