Sometimes you need to walk away to get a sense what you have, what you know, what you've lost. I've lost a lot. I could swagger back in here and say I'm going after what's rightfully mine but the truth of the matter is the only thing I can say that about is my name, and there are probably a thousand other Matt Davises in the world which pretty much sums up my own place in it. Besides, I may be cocky, but I'm not totally stupid.
Happy Fourth of July, America. Don't blow off too many fingers with illegal fireworks. Get out there and celebrate your independence while I sit here with a Big Deluxe and contemplate mine.
[same journal, new writer. obviously acknowledging the past storyline with sanoe, if there are other histories i should be aware of, let me know.]