There comes a time in life where you reach the end... Not the physical end of life per se but the breaking point to where you find yourself laying on the sofa , watching a foreign film on Netflix and admitting to yourself that the path you envisioned for yourself ought to be greater than this boredom that you're now experiencing (daily).

I sadly want to be like my peers and foolishly declare that my life should be filled with (in no particular order) sex, liquor, and women all while ( I am) wearing expensive and loose fitting sports apparel and driving the sleekest of automobiles adorned with paper temporary tags exclaiming just how recent of a purchase that it is ... Somewhere in between having my first drunken night and my current evening of being a responsible dad, I failed the person that was my former 20 yr old self. My facial reflection from the glare of this PC screen saddens me as I think of how lavish I should be thriving.

I could easily blame the fact that I am 30-plus year old, bill paying, mediocre credit score having, doting father of one on the fact that I've pretty much done all the dumb shit one could do in his early 20's but if I did so then I'd be lying not only to myself but also to the rest of the known world.