Where will you be in four years?
Is a question I would answer with a psshhhh I don’t know. Reality is fragile. Life is lurking around every corner. Death is the eyes in the picture frame looking left to right while us, stupid and unaware, stomp down purple carpet hallways. Love can be yanked away quicker than it can set in. The economy is due for a downturn, and it’s only a matter of time before its cheese dogs for breakfast, cheese dogs for lunch, cheese dogs for dinner, cheese dogs for brunch.