The light at the end of the tunnel is really a train. A toy train that you can stomp with your oversized man foot. You are not a boy anymore. You are a man. You can accomplish anything you set your man mind to. Anything unless it is impossible. There is a list of impossible things. But I cannot possibly list them. For that is number twelve on the impossibility list.
It was my birthday not too long ago and the gift I unwrapped was an overwhelming sense of my own mortality. And a new clock radio from my parents. Thanks guys.
