This is monday evening.  Saturday night I spent the early part of the evening with some interesting people.  Some pretty, some ugly.  Some big, some furry.  Damn I like this song.  Did you ever get hungry, and you just needed to leave, just so hungry that it dug into your soul, so deep that it consumed everything you did, everything you thought....... touched your heart so much that it felt like you were alive.   Not every hunger is for food.  Not every food is sustaining.......... These people I met.  some were scary, some tried to be scary.....Talk talk talk they all did.   Some one said something about some rum making factory burnt down.  People dead. things needed to be fixed.  It was hard to just not sit there and put things back together. this stick into that stick metal into twisted metal.  the burnt flesh smells funny on the nose..... it leaves an oily feeling in the air.  My company there was not needed nor probably wanted...