I was a liar and a thief...

Even now I am tempted to lie...to start my story in a place it doesn't begin. I have this belief that my poetic sense reigns supreme, and that life starts when I say it does--and, if I am honest with myself, there is not a lot of evidence to say otherwise. But that is another topic.

I begin here: with the floor. I wanted to start with the old rotting cabinets and the smell of mouse feces--but that was months ago. I might even prefer to start with a rainy day and a padlocked door--but that seems too obvious. In my effort not to lie I will start right here, right now, TODAY! I am sorely tempted to start with yesterday, but even that is gone...everything is gone, really. My whole life as it was, no longer exists and I am this new person. 

So about today: nothing really happened.