I don't know. Maybe I got hit on the head. Maybe I had a mini-stroke. Maybe I had a vision. I don't know what you'd call it. But I had to leave.

Get out. Now.

Warning. Warning. Will Robinson. Warning.

Staying may lead to mental deprevation. Staying may result in self multilation, hearing voices, or worse. Consult your physician. Side affects could be life threatening.

And like most chapters in my life, let's not rewrite, but let's delete. History repeats? I don't remember how it was. It's fuzzy. Pieces. I'd do anything to hammer most of it to microscopic dust. I used to do so well with history. Got an empty memory for facts, as long as it's not about me.

Clean slate. Restart. Move forward, always forward. Detox. Never saying what if.