crashing back down, the shakes, the cold sweats, BAM!, right back where I started, not spiced up like Emeril does it, BAM!, gut wrenched, nervous ticks, uncertainty, anxiousness, awkwardness, shuffled, duffled, and wondering, unsure, nor ensure, not fortified with vitamins, but lacking, stepping up out of an abyss, only to have the sarlacc reach out and grab my mandelorian armored ankle, and now what? fallen off the bicycle, page lost in the book, and looking to start over? throw the hands up, cry uncle, and try again? to have it happen again? falling down and getting up again, really, but i'm not a social anarchist, nor part of the wasted generation, but now what? really. i have no clue.