Tomorrow I am going to get "executed" by art college I am trying to get into, I objectivley just know I do not have what it takes, I almost completley accepted that I am just going in there for the refund and that I would have to look for other options, tomorrow a child is finnaly buried and man is left to mourn for a young dreamer, anyways I will celebrate few and far between bits of joy this child lived with friends and a few pints of beer, not every man can be a father to his own hopes and dreams