So I guess that the world of the adventurer is a tough one. One that I relish though. I get to smoke that days last cigarette in the company of madmen and demons. I get to blaze that trail around the pain of a newborn world that only I get to see. A big smile as you ride into the morning sunset, the last one of the day. It'll catch ya, it'll burn ya, so ya gotta be quick, 'lest tendrells of fire whipcrack down your back. The fun is in the pain, much like the proof and its pudding connection. Turn it off, crank up the tunes, stomp the gas, lay the skid out, pull down your shades, hide your eyes and just drive. Go where you need too, see something new, see it like you were a kid again. If you get a punch in the 'locker, accept it and make friends with the pain. Remember Johnny Cash always has a song to back track your adventures. From "Leave that junk alone" To "Drive on" To "Hurt." Make friends with your demons and your dead. The most fun in the world can come from sitting on the Tailgate, passing a bottle of the stupid juice between two friends. Member that. Member me. I'll member you, and we shall never die.