Skatedino

Thus begins a new chapter in what I used to think was a tragic existence. It's interesting how in the matter of a thirty second phone call, reality flips: The magnetic poles shift and our planets do a complete reversal of their position next to the sun. Like Pluto, I'm floating on a cold rock in the nether-sphere.

I thought that this moment would be exhilarating. Once again I'm free of the shackles of the long term. But, instead, just like anything else monumental, I'm fucking lost. And freaked the fuck out. "Where do I go?" "What do I do?"

But, the reality and magnitude of what's transpired truly hasn't set in. There's this little cancerous lump in my stomach and before I know it it's going to explode. Little ticking time bomb that's going to detonate when I least expect it. That's the scary part. Seems like a dream now, but I know there's a nightmare waiting around the corner.

So, now, what do I do? I guess I wait. Try to figure out my next plan of action. That's the one great thing I learned from my father. The Carter genetic.

Check out. Close your mind. When you come to it'll all be better.

I sure fucking hope so.