There comes a time when you have to take a step back and realize that various shortcomings have found you.  Strife is futile so one must go on to the next path that will take you through the riddled forest.  For myself that path began with a head clearing which involved me, myself, and Bombay.  Afterward I then proceeded to a writer's conference, my first, which was a tremendously enriching experience that has/will greatly veer my writing toward my goal of having my drawn words being considered amongst my peers.  And following the nearly nine hour event I opted for tumultuous fun:  I took myself, two friends, and my camera to the Barracks to photograph the beautiful bartenders as shots and Guinness was downed accordingly.  There comes a time to say, "fuck it", smile, and continue incessantly. 

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