…..he found himself wandering aimlessly through this thing called life, lost without a roadmap, unsure what his purpose was for being alive, conjecturing about possibilities yet woefully nescient when it came to probabilities, stumbling clumsily through every happenstance he encountered not unlike a drunk in an opera house…..and he didn’t have one fuckin’ clue what the next day might hold in store for him. Because, after all, without a plan for life–without goals and dreams to objectify and then target as part of a much greater mission…….what is the value of owning a life anyway?…..
Fred's Soapbox 