So here goes. I'm heading down the wormhole back toward reality and as you know, that bites. Back to Death Row having been granted a last request with no sign of being able to initiate an appeal. Shit happens. All the apples fell on me. Etc. There is no chemical solution to a spiritual problem though and thusly when I'm spat out into tomorrow then I gotta work on a clean slate principle. There are worthy things comin' up to stick around for and that's as upbeat as it gets for now.
