Bat Cave Remedies and Civics Class

The need was greater than the want; the ice that slicked the pavement on summer days or the cold that airbrushed the magazines. That cold mirrored our attitudes, and that attitude mirrored my life. It was a four-way intersection of seven-lane traffic, a bad reference to b-list celebrities and Vin Diesel. Like the scent of florescent road paint, and the memories that never were -- this forlorn reality interspersed with momentary fantasy barely qualified as life (or something like it).

There's the cliché happily ever after drowned in empty shells and fast retreat, then there's the real world (or what remains of it these days). I lead my life by the hint of sunshine behind the horizon, and the mess of insecurities -- a crumbling building that destroyed me from the inside out as I stand up tall. Here I am; almost a month worth of disaster and self-deprecation only got me so far in life.