Sometimes you meet the most distasteful people who have an amazing, almost admirable disregard for themselves and others. And you sit across from them in a Tampa parking garage and listen to them lie directly to your face and its evident that you know it, but they dont break. You stare them directly in the eyes. As deep as the eyes allow. Which is surprisingly pretty far. 1000 miles, and yet still no signs of a bottom. Just a dark empty hallway with an endless amout of exits that lead you right back to the beginning.  And you begin to wonder…..Is there even a life in there?

Where did you come from and how could you possibly have made it this far?