To where do I owe inspiration?
Do you love that phrase that people use sometimes after you say something upsetting or bad that's happened and then that guy looks at you and says "welcome to real life." Who is that guy, where did he decide what real life was and why does he think he needs to tell me about it. You want my real opinion, that guy doesn't have a gosh darn clue about life, but is happy someone else found misery like himself. Stop welcoming me to anything other than today, thank you. I have been in one those "moods" lately, you know what mood I am talking about, where things are a bit placid, where it hasn't rained in a while, the pond is sitting still, no large rocks are being thrown about, no waves to look at. Do you know that you can never go to the same river twice because the water is constantly moving, and any spot you choose to go to, the second time you come back, its completely different, but yet it can look the same. This mood needs a large rock. I think maybe I...