No sense pretending it's over

This time of reflection, is more like a passive walk through memory lane. Watching old movies, seeing forgotten sites, playing unfinished games...makes me think about where I truly belong. I've realized that baal's death was a god send...I finally tore myself away from proteco.

I'll miss the incredible bandwidth, and even then, I don't think I'll ever be able to acheive that speed, even if I'm accepted into DGSCA (and have access to Internet 2).

The grass is always greener on the other side...even if I don't want to leave home, I want to see the extravagance of Europe...I want to become more like them. Then go to Japan, enamore myself with the technology (although I'm getting the faint idea that everything over there is small) and perhaps the culture...but I'll never kneel to them...I believe incessantly that I am of a superior race because I am the mix of every race in the americas...I'm the true face of america.

I'm black...I'm white...I'm moreno...I'm spaniard...I'm Jew...I'm Catholic...I'm Mexican......I'm all fine.