Every opportunity I had I wasted, every decision I made was the wrong one. Every time I ask myself how I wound up where I am, the answer is always the same: Step by step. It was my own choices that brought me here, and my next choices, whatever they are, will get me out of here. That’s the killer… what I do next is decisive. I either choose not to wait, and abandon hope, or choose to wait, and maintain it. Then I ask… why? Why suffer? Just so I can make money that goes out as quickly as it comes in? To pay for a house that I bought a decade ago and still is worth less than what I owe. I work to make others rich, so do I choose to keep doing that for the rest of my life? Why? Just so the people in my life don’t have a tragedy on their hands? Fuck that, tragedy strikes.