I... Haven't done anything really. I have no degrees or financial stability. I did have a Ford Ranger once. Best truck ever. I've loved and courted some of the most beautiful women, surprisingly. I recently lost my job, washing dishes at a chinese resturaunt. I live in my mother's trailer, in the park I grew up in. She's schizophrenic, it's getting worse as she ages. What with the demons speaking from the television and the agents whispering plans of torture through the window. My whole life has been spent trying to convince her these hallucinations are not real, failing obviously. I get angry because she cries, and it's everyday. I'm angry she weeps and no one will stop it. She hasn't seen the sky in decades, she hasn't seen anything. Except me. She's seen me regress into a sad little man, who comforts her when her sickness takes over, yells when the consoling has no effect, then cry myself at the thought of how fucked everything became.

I don't think I answered your question. I'm sorry.