Trying to remove myself from the dependency of crutchdom, I find myself revisiting places that became the staple of another time. But leaning philosophical, every day presents another time. Still, retaining some sense of civility, I am amused by the fact that at the very moment of reminisce, I stumbled across old heads from old times. They themselves were never my bar fellows, but they haunted the edges of that life. Now, I feel like I'm back on the tracks after a total derailment, and yet I wonder, like I do every morning on awakening, whether I'm just deluding myself. And yet I'm also inclined to believe that that is what it is like to chase a dream. Always infused by a vibrancy I one time tried to replicate through booze,...but far be it for me to demonise, afterall it is only those w… [more]
