leadingtarget

From Paris to Berlin

This last month and a half has taught me a number of important life lessons.

Life itself, ends. In the grand scheme of things there is not a lot of it.

You could get cancer and die, you could blow up in your helicopter, and die, you could crash into the back of a white van, and die. You could go to a club, buy a kebab and have a 16 year old kick your head like a football and. Die. You could drive along the M6 late at nigt, fall asleep and then crash into a articulated lorry at 120 miles an hour, be decapitated. and die.

So.

Stick two fingers up at the whole concept of dying, and LIVE LIFE.

If it works for the diet coke tortoise, its gonna work for me.

And hell, I got chatted up by an italian goth with pink and black hair, So its aaaaaaaaalll good. Yes, you can gain a moment of clarity in your life and see the world paved out undeerneath you through a glass floor, But leave it a few months and the world can roll back over your minds eye and make things murky again. But I think I've *got* it, all, just about, maybe.

No regrets, No comprimises.




LT