Sometimes I just want to run away, yanno? But it makes me feel guilty. This life isn’t too shabby. I have a roof over my head, food, and stuff.

But I’m not happy.

The open road calls out to me on my way to work every day. I want to turn off onto 80, head out west. Instead, I stay on the main street; I do my work and don’t complain. Well, I don’t complain too loudly. But I have itchy feet… I never wanted to settle down like this. The whole white picket fence thing just annoys.

Is this the American dream? ’Cause it sucks.