this morning #1450.

this morning, although i’d had to grease a handful of sweaty palms to make it this far, i’d finally arrived. i’m not saying that i feel great about what i’ve done but what’s done is done & i’ve come to accept that. it’s not like i can take my actions back. why should i, really? throughout the course of human history, better men have done much worse. i put my feet up. leaned back in my seat & looked down at the valley below. it’s crazy amazing up here. a sightline for miles. completely isolated. no one near enough to bother me. quiet environs. that’s what greasing all those palms got me: a little peace of mind at a time when the rest of the world is on fire. from up here on my perch, i can watch it all burn.