I think I lost my way for a little while. Okay, maybe around seven years give or take. It was a subtle kind of lost, a fear response. True I still worked my job every day, saved up all my pennies, lived frugally, didn't get pulled into any sketchy shit, and did my best to emotionally support my mother, but it was a spiritual kind of lost. The kind of lost that never seems to go away, and makes a man feel hideous inside and out. The kind of lost that has you hunched over a computer with crusty semen covering the carpet at two AM, eyes bloodshot, lips sticky, wondering what the fuck you're doing and why you keep doing it. I never used to be like this, yet at the same time I often tell myself I haven't changed at all. Is that what being lost does? The path from which you came becomes so blurry that you lose track of it for a while? I'm tracing back the steps, I think this scenery is familiar. It was home once. A friend got lost. We helped him find his way.