
One of the hardest parts in anyone's life is admitting faults, bad decisions, and focusing on indecisiveness in the time of crisis. I have and always will preach that positivity and shaking off the bad decision is always the right move but what can one do when looking back and realizing missed opportunity?

Dwelling has never fixed anything and being proactive about something that cannot be changed is foolish. But what of the mental anguish and feelings of loathing which cannot be avoided nor cured?

Furthermore, the long term psychedelic harm which years of therapy cannot crack and the pain and anguish on friends and family, all caused by running away from something that may have made you uncomfortable at that time in space. Years down the line all of it could have been avoided by taking the reins when it's the most difficult thing to do. What does this all mean????

I miss you Ogleby, I wish I could have told you how I really felt before you died in the cup holder of my truck. You could have inspired someones horribly Koi Fish tattoo somewhere down the line. Only the good die young. Damn, damn, damn...