“I need to get out of the place I‘m in,
Take me to a place where I don‘t know anyone,
And leave me, alone for now.
I‘ve grown sick of every face that I‘ve known.”
--Balance and Composure, “Alone for Now”
There’s a family of four in line in front of me, so I check out the menu. Gee, I could have grease, lard, fat or salad. Salad it is. Oh, and one of those yogurt parfaits. And a large cup of cyanide. Thanks, yes, that will be all. For some reason, I always find myself at McDonald’s when I’m pissed off. Comfort food? Not so much, as eating this stuff makes me sick as hell. Being sick isn’t usually very comforting.
It’s only been four days. I don’t know what my problem is, except that my insecurities are blocking...[read more]