Don't cross him, don't boss him. He's wild in his sorrow, ridin' and hidin' his pain.

Often times I think about living with reckless abandon. I think that maybe it would be just a brilliant idea if threw everything that I have worked hard for out the window. Sometimes, I receive the instinct that there is something that I am missing out on and I crave to satisfy that curiousity.

Leave it all to impromptu fate. Find the vocation that sets itself in front of me. Follow an unknown calling. Walk the tightrope without a net. Travel cross-country via random boxcars. Live without restrictions.

When that epic is concluded, I wish that my lawless adventures, personal thoughts and photos to be published in the neat confines of a coffee table book with an attractive dust jacket from which I shall retire comfortably from it's earnings.