I'm lying in bed, waiting for the shouts that start my day. I think about errands that have to be done, chores to be started, let alone done ... I slip back to a stream of thoughts each further and further far away from my original idea. Who I used to be. How I grew up. And then grew up some more, realizing that people aren't pawns and life isn't a game with no consequences. Despite everything, all this now, all the shitty things that I've done and crazy things and WTF things, when I hear those shouts in the morning, it brings me back from whatever crevice I'm hidden in deep my mind and I'm happy with who I am.