I believe that everybody has a seminal moment in their lives. Perhaps just an instant of primal clarity where you become immediately undressed, and know for that one second- who and what you are…
And the writing in the mirror may lead you to see that you are as lost as any puppy could ever be, when you have strived so hard to at least appear like you have an ounce of confidence. So the rock turns out to be paper machete’? Who really cares? It’s time to either start to live, or roll over and die.
Me? I was done with using misdirection, smoke, and mirrors to ease my soul. I chose another option. I chose to look at my situation, face whatever looked to be my destination, and help to write the itinerary. Forget the writing on the wall, you can spray paint over that!
The 72 hour binge cycle to make money to pay bills- to buy the drugs you need to overshadow and put a shiny gloss to cover and hide the unsavory things in your life…
Self perpetuating cycles. Host parasite relationships with pimps and drivers and roomates.
‘If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?’ There is no honor among thieves- Just don’t forget that…
Our Secret Highway 
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