I guess I made a few wrong moves. More than a few. A series of bad calls and poor judgement. Let's say I blame on hormones.
I dreamed of winning the lottery. It wasn't bright lights and spectacle, holograms and champagne, just me in front of a bookie's desk holding the winning ticket. The cashier smiled at me and said I looked very handsome. Hah. I remember the number 21 appearing seven times on the ticket and eyeballs wherever the number was. It was a sort of double vision, I could clearly see both the number and the eyeball wherever I looked.
Can't get the time back, can't rewind the clock, but I can move forward. My good ol' da' would say: "You missed the mark, boyo. Now find it, reacquire the target and try again."
I will, dad, I will.
Lost a lot of time, but I'm ready to get back to business again. There are whole worlds undiscovered, waiting...
Also, I met a girl today. Her name is Bobbi.