GONE FISHING...

In life you sometimes take a path that takes you far beyond where you want to go.

A path you never wanted to tread.

Or does it?

Let's see where I find myself in a few months.

One of those periods when the dark seems to be constant.

All you have is your touch and instincts to feel your way through the damp, primeval cave. You move forward, stumbling over hard, immovable objects.

Your fingers fall on something hairy - slimy - big... You somehow manage to escape it. And then...

You stumble into another tunnel. Then another. And another. The light you so desperately crave may as well be a million miles away.

What brought you to this place? What twist of fate, cruel prank of the gods, sucked you into the vortex and landed you in the midst of this nothingness?

Damned if I know. It just feels like shit in here and I WANT TO GET OUT.

Maybe if I feel my way along this wall...the one with the razors lining every inch of it. Maybe if I keep moving, not looking back. Getting my ass over there, wherever that's supposed to be.

I do know that I am very far away from home. I dread what waits for me ahead and fear I'll never find my way back.

You wanted to know? There it is.