What does one say here? I was born and one day I will die. The points between those two extremes are what we call life. Whether my life is one of honor or betrayal, cowardice or heroism, wealth or poverty all depends on the lens in which you look at it through.

There are very few "truths" in life. The glint of isk and the sly smiles of the women who I spend it on are the only true things that I hold any confidence in.

Both are gone in the morning but this moment is all that matters, for it is the only guarenteed time that we have. Tomorrow may never come or it may come and be the beginning of many more nights, either way, there is no reason not to have another drink, swallow some more Boosters and put off thinking about it until after she leaves. Now where is that bottle...