Here I sit; lightning flashing intermittently in the sky, completely silent. No thunder at all. Listening to the Cure, still buzzed from the beer and whiskey, still reeking of cigarette smoke because I haven't made it to the shower yet. And the absolute truth of what Luke and I said earlier in the evening is really starting to sink in and take hold. Sure, there are things in my life that could be better, and thus it follows that there are things that aren't where and what I'd prefer them to be. There are times when it seems like everything just sucks.
But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is, the life I have is a good thing. Even when it's at its lowest, it could be one fuck of a lot worse; hell, ten fucks of a lot worse. And it would still be better than most.