And I'm All Bruce Wayne Like A Motherfucker

"You know sir this is going to be a six point ticket."


"That's ok officer, I don't have a license anyway."


"Please step out of the vehicle sir."


"What? Was it something I said?"

What?

There is absolutely no way that can be correct.

Not possible.

There is no way that it can be time already.

It's just not possible. Hell it seems like we just got started. It can't be over just yet.

So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to go deeper. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon. And I may just go deeper down than I've ever gone before. But...

But I will come back. I will.

As I sit here amongst this muck and muddle I'm reminded that exhaustion takes on many shapes and forms. Not an hour ago I forgot how to drink. I picked up a can of Sprite and promptly missed my mouth by about a mile. As luck would have it the liquid managed to elude my shirt and go straight down my collar drenching my undershirt while leaving my button down dry as a bone. I swear I've drank from a can before, but for the moment I simply could not remember how. So before I forget how to drive a car, I exeunt, with the most sincere intentions of returning tomorrow.

We will see, we will see.

"You need this."

"I neither need nor want this."

"When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours that this is the way the world is supposed to be?"

"When I can't think of another way to try and change it."