And to think, I'm at this moment in time because fumbling in the past has saved my neck. I don't know how I feel about that some days. One's existence should be based on something more than having survived through dumb luck. Wait 10 minutes, this too shall pass.
Does anybody feel the way I do?
Is there anybody out there?
Are you hearing me?
I'm a broken record. Scratch me up, then replace me with a compact disc. Replace that with MP3. Replace that with a new record.