I don't really know how to start with this, but something just called me to try anyways in the form of a big ball of fog in the graveyard behind my current neighborhood. It seems to be moving on now. Just in case this is the omen I was waiting for to spook me into taking action, well, here we go.

In my 10+ years of roaming continental North America without caring if I lived or died, I done seen, felt and experienced way too much batshit insanity in way too short of a time span, to the point where I am a jaded old bastard in a young body and can barely stand to be around people anymore. I have ten dead friends now. I know I sound like a goddamn broken record at this point, but I seeeeeriously did not intend on making it to 31, yet here I am drunk and ranting about a wad of cemetery mist in the back yard on my old furaffinity page which now serves as a graveyard of it's own.

Bored of life and sick of people, but out of the fog of this dark place, I shall find me an island yet... 'cause I ain't done fuckin' searching.