Kicking Crap to the Curb

This is one of my huge failings, my ability to obsess over life's sick points. We can't afford another car but we need one since we work in two different directions not available to public transportation.

So what the fuck, I have a 401K from my coporate gig. Yeah, they will rape me 20% for taxes. Still, we need the money. 

This is what happens when two artists reach sick edges. 

But I am realizing something I will not write here.