What I see...

I see that it's plenty obvious that there are people trying to help me out. I think. They could just be really great at putting on a show, but I liken myself to be a decent judge of character.

Some shit is just fucking ridiculous. Insurmountable in the quantity and quality of dickings these past few weeks, well, shit, months have been for me.

One thing I can't help but wonder to myself in my journey thus far is if I only bother because of the challenge. Given how few rewards I've seen the light of along this path, the answer seems to be a loud and resounding "FUCK YES".

But I have great news. By the time I get back to the States, I'll be apt to save a bunch of money by switching my car insurance to Geico.