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I suppose there exists, in every life, the desire to get away from that which one knows and move on to another life. One in which you are a new master. You decide to do things differently. You will be someone else. A new you.

I'm getting to that point again. This Alaska experiment has only proved that I am who I am and change does not come easily to me. It's so much easier to be whom I've always been.

I suppose if I'm to attempt a change I will have to do things differently. Go down the dark road. See where I come out on the other side. I'll move somewhere cheap with what money I have left. Get fired from whatever piss-poor I can get. Develop a crushing heroin habit. Lose all dignity. Crash. Burn.

And like a phoenix from the ashes, I'll rebuild myself. And let all those that I've let down know that I've changed and rebuilt myself.

I hear it only takes one vein full of heroin to lose your mind.

Anyone spare me a hit?