Join Date: May 2013
Location: The salty spitoon
When I'm walking outside, I'm not being disrespectful but when I went regularly that was my favorite part.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow,
A poor player that strut's and fret's his hour upon the stage and is heard no more,
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. - Macbeth