I've come to a stage in my life (aka. old age) where my parents words stop being nagging mumbles and start to make plenty of sense. It seems like it's only when you're far from home that your parents feel the closest to you - things tend to be ironic that way. You stop being the all-knowing teenage brat and you start learning that listening can get you far. That the older generation have plenty of . . .
What Happens in Vegas
Stays in Vegas. Or so they say... We all have this inclination towards secrets. Keeping them, sharing them, knowing something that no one else does. They require a worthy audience - someone you know too well, or someone you really don't know at all. Although few seem to know the very meaning of secrets anymore - the more interesting something is, the faster word seems to spread. (That irks . . .