Död av ett dröm. Dej få manfall mej. Dej få vann.
Man, some days are worse than others. I'd love to just get up and leave and go start over somewhere else. But I have so much here that is holding me down. I long to just have my bike and just ride off to somewhere other than Pensacola. I was a complete fool for coming back here, I don't know that I was thinking. Given, Tallahassee wasn't that much better, it wasn't here. Then there's prison. Sometimes I would wonder if it'd be better that I was there because I wouldn't have to contend with anything or any strains here. I just want to ride off into the dark of night, and the whole world to forget my name. This is how I feel right now. This is how I feel most of my life.