Rum is a very intresting thing.   I love rum, it is better than wine.  Wine leaves you with a happy warm feeling that while your buzzed out of your mind you tend to think that everything is happy go lucky.  I am pretty well intoxicated again.  I keep coming back to the question of how I got here.  The age of 30 approaches and I'm walking barefooted through a three bedroom apartment in Virginia with a woman who has a five year old daughter.  My right ankle snaps like it has always done (could never sneak up on any one with out my shoes on).   Maybe I look into the past too much.  Oh, god do I hate time, not that I can say that time is my major antagonist but it has never been my friend.  Whatever.