One time I asked someone to run away to California with me. Now I realize that was still much to close. I don't know what the next step is, but I'm going to start looking at maps and learn the constellations, maybe buy a kayak and a harpoon, I've found my white whale and it's not one I could shoot so the only option left is turn tail and run. But I'm not sure what that means in winter. Maybe I should have been an Eskimo or sent word to the old country, wherever that may be. No longer in service, no longer within in limits. It's time to roll up my sleeves boys, I'm punching manatees tonight.