Where the sidewalk ends.

There is nothing more sad, more painful and more raw than when you finally realize and admit to yourself that you aren't needed any more, thatyou can't make a differnece and that yout choices and opinions are insignificant.

Take every little thing you can, and examine it, smell it, taste it, feel it and make a difference, because when you get here, there are no distractions, and you will be forced to stare the sheer anguish in the teeth out of raw need for distraction. And it repeats endlessly, relentlessly, teasing youn into to trying to claw your way back out. But you can't ever go home.

Don't bonk. Skee ball is more important than you think.