I love a perfect night when the weather is nice the sky is clear and I have ice cold beer to drink my sorrows away, until I drink myself to sleep. Then when I wake up the next day, it’s back to reality as usual. Why is reality so mean? What did I ever do to you reality, for you to treat me this way? Every rotten, horrible thing that has happened to me was not my choice. I didn’t choose to find out about another biological family, I didn’t choose to have so many family members die, I didn’t choose to be physically and emotionally abused, I didn’t choose to get injured in a work accident therefore resulting in every day pain and suffering, I didn’t choose to have insomnia as a result of my pain and suffering and so on and so on. I’m just venting here. We’ll get more into that as time goes on.