I’m b-a-a-a-a-ck. (I think I’ve said that before)

The signs are found all around us.

The signs are found all around us.

Sometimes you need to walk away for a while, ya know?  I’d like to say that my time away from the medium allowed me to put things into perspective but, hell, who would I be kidding?  All I know is that when I stop putting my thoughts down I feel like I stop becoming a person.  Further, my ability to write ends up going to shit.

I feel as though AIMLC needs some explanation, although it does seem pretty self explanatory. It dawned on my a couple of months ago that I was approaching the age of 37.  37 is the half life for Canadian males born in 1977.  I quickly learned that the mid-life crisis is more than just a cliché or marketing tool to sell Porches to balding or greying men.  It’s akin to being the prototypical late 80’s or early 90’s stereotypical blonde.  Being a blonde wasn’t so much a hair colour, but more an attitude.    With that in mind, why not embrace the fact that my time is running short, and I have a limited amount of years left in me to get shit done.  Fuck.  I refuse to roll over and play apathetic.  And this?  This is a document of it.  Now, queue the inspiration quote:

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.

-Mark Twain



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