ONE YEAR LATER

What  a year it has been, days, weeks and months of desperation.  Agonizing periods of regret. Frustration so overwhelming that I hardly recongnized myself, and finally the smallest glimmer of light is peeping in the window that I don't own.

Bank of America you don't own me, not my thoughts, my dreams, my future, or my past.  You were one huge mistake I made.  OK a mistake that forever changed me.  You tried to destroy me.  You almost did old BOA.  You almost won.  In the throws of sadness during some of the long winter nights I almost took my own life.  Yes BOA, I thought about it.  I dreamed about blowing my brains out on Barbara D's doorstep (the president of BOA.)  Thanks for the memories Barbara!