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What. The. F**k. How did I end up in this situation? I look behind and see blackness. There’s no turning back now. I look in front and gaze into a world of haze. I can stand here and wonder or I can slowly move beyond the haze. I feel like a blind turtle trying to make his way to where ever the hell that turtles like to go. A sewer? Back to the sea? Go bang another turtle? Wherever the hell it’s going, it’s going really freaking slow. But at least it’s moving. Slowly. Slow and steady wins the race they say. Whomever “They” is is full of shit. It doesn’t win races. This turtle is not going to win any marathons. It’s probably going to be late for everything in it’s life. It probably wishes it could go faster. It’s probably kicking rocks along the way, crying, hurting, thinking, and that’s OK. Be disgusted turtle. Let it out as you make your way to only god knows where. Have a drink of your favorite booze that you hide in your secret pocket that you tell no one about. Dream about what could have been or the darkness ahead. The unknown. Do all this and more! Do it, but do it while moving. Keep going till you are satisfied in where you are at.