And so I wonder as I wander though this mess I call my life. What would 17 year old me thing of this plight. Everything is screwed up, and most of all am I. I wonder if he'd choose to just lay down and die. To quit while he was ahead, not quite dead yet. And I so I wonder as I wander, how much worse can it get? 17 year old me would know, cause I used to know it all.