I know I should be grateful and gracious and patient and kind. I was Boy Scout and I have been thoroughly indoctrinated into the halls of gentemanhood. Yet, I am tired. Tired of people making threats and promises; tired of the open hostility that so many of us carry around with us. It is just too hard for me to make it through a day without seeing something ugly. This bridge is the crossing into a fantasy land. A place I could go and live like Peter Pan. No worries mate. I understand that this place simply doesn't exist, but I can still dream about, eh? Where would you go if you simply needed rest and respite from your worries?
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