I don’t know how many times one has to get knocked off their horse before they just say fuck it and give up. (God knows, I lost count years ago.) Nor how long one sits around waiting to die just to be done with it all. For those that wake up somehow still kicking in some manner or another, getting back on that horse is a pretty big feat. What I do know is that once you’re back in the saddle and have a look around at things, what goes through your head. Which is as follows….“FUUUUUUUCK! This is exactly where I was when I decided I was done!” And that my friends is where this little guy enters the scene.
Hold on everybody, ’cause I GOT THIS!