I’ve seen ghosts, heard muffled conversations from the dead, experienced the presence of things not seen but it all means very little. Synchronicity, fear and comfort, translating what can be. There’s another side to the world we exist in, you can get close and feel it running through blood. After the funeral of an eighteen year old girl who chose to hang her self in her parents basement we went for a ride. My girlfriend (sister to the dead girl)and a few of her friends cruised around rural south Ontario for a while taking in the beautiful day and missing a passenger that should have been there. I don’t believe in deity’s, at least with the information I’ve accumulated but that was certainly a day that I wished there was so I could kick it in the balls.