Well, it's one thirty in the morning. I'm wide awake and know that I'll regret it tomorrow. But...

I wish I had more choices. I used to have plenty of ways to get around things that I didn't appreciate. I seem to have fewer opportunities to just walk away from the things that I want to walk away from. I suppose that's one of the signs of old age. Or perhaps maturity. Or... just the fear of not having another chance at the brass ring.

I don't think that I believe any more that things will work out. Your best is not good enough kiddo. Pack your shit and hit the road? Not any more. Now days, the mantra is eat some shit and cling to an uncertain present because your future is little more than a box.

Ashes to ashes.