TW,
It's the frog again.
For me, acting out meant tap dancing on the edge with a blindfold since I was hellbound for destruction. A jug of vodka, a straw and me. Oblivion here I come, since when it comes to this shit, I never go halfway.
Now the blindfold is off, I am far from the edge, in fact I got off the roof, because I am trying to deal with reality, past and present.
Some days suck, some don't, I yell at the idiots who cut me off - Massachusestts drivers are insane - I get it out, wish them a double IRS audit and make it to where I am headed. I think.
keep on chuckling,
froggy12