In the span of infancy until the fading of one’s last breath, transformations descend that alter life. It seems that all men witness with bloodshot eyes that proverbial “waking one morning” to realize that their life has grabbed hold of the wheel of their existence and taken joy rides through alleys and other unkindly corridors. Oh how the heart cringes after traversing those paths again in one’s mind and seeing how far the main road has eluded us. To look back and dream is all a dream; a day-mare that cannot be shut off with the pupils or the cold grasp wrenched from the soul. It’s still amazing to be responsible for responsibility. When the show is over and you surround yourself with the thoughts of who you are and what you do, the seriousness of your life crawls from your lumbering feet to rest securely on your shoulders, breathing heavily on the back of your neck as its spirit whispers in your ear. You wonder where the time went. How long have you been in a potent daze and the plan...