Something tells me these relationships will soon be over. I see them everywhere. They tell me how much they care and how much I mean to them, but once I tell them where I stand it's done. They don't call... they don't write.
The pile of letters from the last couple weeks were stacked in my recycle bin. I grabbed them to see if I was exaggerating the level of correspondance in my head. I really wasn't. The level turned out to be 6. Well, 6 stories I guess...
Here's a little monument to all those campaigning for my vote. I like to call it the Leaning Tower of Propaganda.