Tonight is one of those nights where I'd like a drink, where I'd love to fool myself into thinking it would relax me. It would make all my troubles vanish for a bit. But I know that I stand at the crossroads near where Robert Johnson stood, and I have to decide. Do I want to sell my soul again for some silence, some relaxation, or do I just keep doing what I've been doing. Go back to Walking alone in the dark, trying to find a way toward a flicker of light on the horizon.

The bottle won't help me find the light, nor is making a deal with the devil worth a moments respite from insanity. I just have to carry on, with my sins and mistakes chained to my ankles. I know well enough the mistakes I carry will follow me till the day I die, but some days I feel further away from the weight on the chains than others. Tonight, the shackles feel tight on my ankles, but I will not give in, and I will pass that crossroad..... till I find the next one in the darkness and the battle begins again.