I drink the wine, I taste the pain until I'm numb. I ponder all the while of the unjustice's and of my laziness. Like a lion with out his roar, a rattlesnake sans his rattler I am muted except for these delusional tales, I write of pain, fear, love, anger and all emotions we can endure through the suffering our time. These lonely days I awake and drag myself up and ride near the semi abandoned Santa Ana river. It is no longer a source of life, a small vein of polluted liquid merging with more supposedly treated liquid that merges and is taken to sea several miles east, this water is no longer safe to enter nor swim. I wonder what course it would take if much of it had no been diverted through various channels.