She Was Only 16 Years Old
It’s hard to think of a more fitting metaphor for the last 16 years here than this montage of The Rock continuously falling throughout the majority of the last two decades. What starts relatively slow and controlled just descends deeper and faster than what you thought possible, ultimately ends in a foolish misguided leap of ambition, face down in the concrete. And downward. Always downward.
One day I will find the courage to end this.
I mean this site, obviously, I don’t want police combing through my internet history after my death and ruling it all a suicide. If my death is not from murder or heart disease then consider it super fishy!
I have always toyed with the idea of starting a smaller sub-site, like something that would mirror the topics and interests of the original but finding it’s own way and path in the end to become a new, unique combination of good and bad. But it’s difficult to think in those terms, and I can imagine nothing else that really mirrors what I’m trying to express. Maybe something to think more about in the years to come.
Here’s to another.
“You thinking what I’m thinking partner?”
“Aim for the bushes.”