Don't know why I'm bringing it up now, except that it's been bugging me for while. (I can feel my blood pulsing strongly in my brain. I can almost hear the liquid pushing through my arteries, throbbing back to my heart through my veins.) I know she speaks the truth. I know it's in my power to change it. Not sure how, not sure if I really want to. (Something in this room smells weird. Toxic, almost. And no, I haven't farted, dumbass.) Sometimes it's far more comfortable to stay, stay tangled in the suffocating web of the mundane, the daily routine of adult life. Stay bogged down and dream: of a better house, a better job, free time, free beer, a free ride...