Sometimes I think I must be insane. Everyone else around me thinks so. But then look at my whole life. I don’t know that I’ve ever done anything that makes too much sense. But still… Will this one be the straw that breaks the camel’s back?
Will I not be heard from again?
And if so, what exactly does that mean. Am I “facing death” or some similar nonsense like that? I thought I’d done that already, a couple of times. This time only feels different because I know so far in advance that things will be risky…
I dunno. Whatever. I’m in the whitewater. There’s no turning back.
Here goes nothing.