I�m the little Dutch boy who spends too much time confessing other people�s sins. I run around plugging holes with fingers and toes, trying to keep the turmoil as transparent as possible to the outside world. Which is why it�s not the best idea to even start down this dark path while sitting, tired as fuck, half drunk at bar at 5am. Flight response in full force, must run, flee, escape! I used to be such a confident person.

Oh well, life goes on. Sorta. How many people get off a plane disappointed it didn�t crash in a fiery wreck? Yeah, thought so.

Jolly good.