What can you? That’s a question I keep asking myself. I actually say what can I do but that’s beside the point here. The point is that I want some things, I want a lot of things even, but right now it seems that there is no way I can make them happen. It annoys the living crap out me. I hate being limited this way; I hate it every which way actually. If only there was something I could do to get of this box, this prison or whatever you like it. It is a confinement and walls are high. You, they, whoever and whatever can say anything you like. Nobody is fooling me. See I know the score; I have been here before and in a lot of places just this one as well. In the end I am going to get out, one way or another. It’s not the Berlin wall you. People did manage to get over, under, around and through that one and the obstacle in my is nowhere near as imposing as that evil hunk of concrete and barbed wire was. There is no way to hold back in the long run. I’m getting out, I going for most upscale bars maybe a bank or two and naturally any auctions of art I can find. Who’s to stop me?