this morning #300.

this morning, “whoa nelly” was trampling through his thoughts, running roughshod over a disparate array of hurried life objectives. it was often this way, with his desire for immediate gratification at stark odds with his need for long-lasting satisfaction. it was the american way. long term planning be damned. quick cocaine fix after quick cocaine fix. so far, it had kept him from getting a foothold on anything meaningful. after losing two of his high school friends to catastrophic car crashes in less than a year, half of him wanted to keep living for the moment out of fear for his own demise. the other half thought of the future. with his current gait, he would end up with the former.