The Road To Single-Body & Disorderly Consciousness After watching the much acclaimed “Road To Perdition” I heard that sweet conductive music. I repeated it much to my memorization. Afterwards I laid on my bedroom floor pondering my purpose in this life. Aye..firstly twas to write. Indefinitely last, the medical field. Now I draw a blank and the opposite of a complete circle. Would I be able to sustain either one for long? I have much yet to attend college and then ponder forth. Would I be able to carry myself there on? The music reminded me that music is my passion. Why did I bother to urge my mother into buying this computer. I feel as if the heart of my life was, without discretion, confiscated. I cannot fully live without my instrument and music. And that one song plays on... My affection for my girlfriend is fading as my need for self-focus grows brilliant. I was not meant to take on a companion. I will alert her, out of my courtesy, of my decision the day following this script. I will watch
the “Road To Perdition” again, forever pondering. Nevertheless,
with a lit eye and concise trouble.
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