It's the little things thatdrives one mad,a snapped shoelace,on your way to theliquor store in thedriving snow.A cockroach inthe cereal,dead batteries, when all youwant to do is listento music.Shifty-eyed people inmy house, quietly plottingmy demise.It's the tree oflife, cut...

There is no one that escapes it. Suffering  There are few that can sit with it. Suffering  We all run away from it. Suffering  We don't want to know it. Suffering   What do you do with your? Suffering  Which one are you?   The never ending shopper avoiding. Suffering  The serious drinker avoiding. Suffering The...