SCARED SHITLESS

For the first time in years, I find myself completely frightened out of my wits and living in abject terror of what the future holds. To be sure, some of this is based on a rational evaluation of the circumstances, but a large part of it is just that twisted realm of my psyche that secretly gets off on everything turing to shit. Regardless, I've reached a time in my life when I must "act like a man," as Don Corleone once yelled to Johnny Fontaine. It's been so long since I've had to do anything like that, I fear I may be woefully out of practice. Much the like the body, the will atrophies if not exercised at least on a semi-regular basis. I do look forward to the sensation, though.