So, I guess I've come to the point in life where it's troubling to consider that this is IT. I've got me a full-time job. I've got a kid. I've got debts, and I've got my own 27 inch television. I save up to buy mattresses and car parts. The thought of going to a dance bar pangs me. In less than five months I'm gonna be 35. Halfway to there. Where? Underground, of course. That's the end of my future, but the rest of it seems a bit dull, too. At 55 I will have finally paid off my studen...

Somewhere, out there, there could be another person masquerading as me. I seem to have lost my wallet. Now, hopefully, it's just in one of my daughter's many purses and she felt the need to acquire real cards for the real world. But, if it's really gone, there's something kind of 'freeing' about it. Yeah, it will be a pain to replace my driver's license, health cards, etc., but luckily, all my financial stuff I carry separately and is accounted for. The majority of the cards is just those...