i was riding the bus. Nothing good going on except my ipod. Sinatra came on- "That's life.." he sang. "...You're riding high in April, shot down in May...." and i started to cry. You see April was a damn good month for me, one of the better months of a wretched 3 year span. And all of the sudden on May first- my happiness decided to commit suicide. And go figure- here i was sitting on a bus only a few weeks later-Frank singing my life's pathetic truth. "But i know I'm goin'a change that tune, when I'm back on top- back on top in June.." It cheered me up a smidgen---gave a breath of optimism. Funny thing is- i don't remember June.