Does any one ever feel like there's a little guy (women) in the back of your headfighting sanity and insanity? I feel as if the one of the little people in the my head is losing the fight for sanity. I just wonder how many more sane years I have left. I wonder if I will be one of those old farts that walk around flipiing the bird to kids, and telling other people just to plain old "fuck off." I would like atleast fourty or fifty years left before I am that to far gone. Well I am off to a Christmas party.