The Return 2: The Returner

Huh, I wonder if anybody actually cleans here?

Finding the Mojo

The one thing I can't seem to fathom is why I have all the symptoms of ADD but I am denied all those wonderful drugs.

Kidding.

Although there are times I wonder if it's possible to make a pill that makes up for a lack of sleep. Or creativity. Or social grace. If Big Pharma can create a pill that would make me an even more unstoppable sex machine that I already am, can this really be outside the realm of possibility? And even more importantly, will my medical plan cover the cost? Damn well better with the money I put in. Funny thing about money, we always looks for ways to acquire as much as we can, but when we do get that cash it never seems to stick around. Bills, bills, bills, always in the mail, like clockwork. Human compassion is hit and miss but that cell phone bill shows up on the 5th of every month. I'd be lying if I didn't say I am a little perturbed. The blessing of the Internet is the wealth of information available. The curse, because nothing comes without a downside, is parsing the real knowledge from the crap opinions pushing a particular world view (like me). Okay, I did lie. I'm not perturbed. I am downright disturbed. Something is wrong with us and I can't figure out what. Have you ever looked in a mirror and hesitate at who's looking back at you? When did that happen? High school? College? Earlier or later, that is the question. Good people exist, that I have no doubt, but they seem to be in the dangerous position. When they reach down to pull us up, it just seems that more often than not, those they help try to pull them down.

Why?

If I knew that answer, I probably wouldn't have done it.

The Truth................
.................................. is that responsibility is not something you can pawn off. The only way to run from it is to sacrifice those around you. At that point, you deserve what you get.