I used to think that if I did it, people would miss me. Most of them I now know wouldn't care one bit. The folks at church would care, the band would care, my wife would care, only because her money train would end. My sister is a bitch. I have disowned her. She publically attempted to assignate my character yesterday on facebook. My wife disrepects me most days. Even my children no longer show proper respect. I had a choice several years ago to stay with my family or to move into a new life. A new life of hope and chance. I did what i thought was the right thing, by remaining to be a father, remaining to be a husband. Nowadays, I literally have no money. Friends have gathered together to pay our natural gas bill so we can get service back on in the home. But at what cost? We have no food, we are deeper in debt by the minute. I have bill collectors hounding me, hourly. My wife refuses to give me some of MY OWN MONEY to pay them. At least I take solice in the fact that I have a method and a choice. I could take my next paycheck, a hop a train to go see and live with a long lost friend, and abandon all this crap forever. But I know, they would find me. Bill collectors are good that way. So that really leaves just one choice.