You know when life is sort of shitty and most things really aren't going your way, and I don't mean just the little things, but the big things, things having to do with keeping the roof over your head, things having to do with food on the table, those sorts of big things, when those things are shitty, you know, that's when I want to throw everything real aside and sink into my own personal fantasy land.
By personal fantasy land I mean sleep.
When everything has turned to shit, I want to go to bed.
I think that's what I'm trying to say.
I start to wonder, am I ever EVER going to get my shit together?
At this point I don't need a Magic Eight Ball to tell me, all signs point to NO.
And then I have to wonder, does it matter?
I'm getting old people.