Plan B has no plan. Just move. Jump tracks now and figure it out later.

I believe every person should feel they have a place to call "home," a location to escape to and feel comfortable in. Mine happens to be the place I am used to the most; where I played my saxophone and sang my Italian opera songs, where I could hide from the world by simply slamming the door. I am of course talking about my childhood bedroom.

Two apologies to go out: The first goes out to my bosses/publishers for not writing what I was asked to write, and instead turning in something completely unrelated, and I'm sure, unwanted.