The end of one journey is always the beginning of another. Change is painful, and always comes with a cost. It hurts to bear those costs, but we can't allow that to sway us. Tomorrow is a mystery; the only thing we can do is face it with resolve. We move forward, always forward and into what's next. We make a choice, we act on that choice, and all that's left is to live in hope.
"Rome is burning", he said as he poured himself another drink, "yet here I am knee deep in a river of pussy." "Here it comes", she said to herself, another self-centered whiskey soaked guy talking about how f***ing great everything was in the past and about how all us poor souls born too late to see the Rolling Stones at where ever or snort the good coke they had at Studio 54. How we all just missed out on practically everything worth living for, and the worst part was, she agreed with him. "Here we are", she thought, at the edge of the world, and all of us are so desperate to feel something, anything that we keep falling into each other and f***ing our way towards the end of days
