I don't remember where I stole this pic from, so if it's yours - sorry. It just so stuck me. That is so what I am feeling at this point in my life. I find the exit only to discover it's not an exit. I am stuck in some fucked up crowded Wal-Mart with poo flinging monkeys at every turn. Wandering around the proverbial desert on that damned anonymous horse. I know I wanted this journey. I welcomed it. I enjoy the path of discovery - but damn, this road is fucking dusty as all hell and my ass is tired. Where is the fucking rest stop??? And where the hell is the damned exit? Or is there one?