September

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
Wake me up when September ends

God, I hate September.

It's flat out the worst month of the year for me. For three of the last five years, some major event has happened in my life during this month, and in some cases, the month immediately before, or after.

For example, last August and September, in about a two week span, my grandfather died, my car was wrecked, and Coleman announced he was leaving Cookeville.

In one week of September 2003, a friend of mine that I considered to be rather close - essentially a "friend for life" - told me to go to hell and never talk to her again. Two days later, Johnny Cash was dead.

Of course, September of 2001 saw the terrorist attacks, and over fall break of that year, things just got even better.

Wake me up when September ends