Winter Wheat

Satya is still kicking my ass. It's showing up everywhere. Isin't that how it is though. Once i bought my Chevy Cavalier i found that like 7 billion people in the world have gold chevy cavaliers exactly like mine. Awesome, and i thought i was so original.
When i read Winter Wheat i couldn't help but focus on the notion of truth. I've been having a really hard time dicerning truth from fiction lately. The way that the Grandfather and Father's stories overlap and pick up on each others gaps feels like my struggle with the truth. I start telling a story and then i realize, well shit, that's really not how it happened. So how did it happen? Did it even happen at all? Ahhh anxiety kills the women in my family quicker than our terrible tendency towards menthol cigarettes. ... wow must write now, will return to homework later.