thirty five point five, page-73

bluesdog...

Just don't go home...don't do it...there is absolutely no way out for you now.

You are basically an ex bluesdog!

As I see it, you really only have two choices now...

1. Go home, face the music, protest all you want...of course they will not believe you...and then spend the rest of your days subordinate to the entire family, even the dog, either trying to make up for it in an embarrassing loss of all dignity and self respect, or worse, skulking around in rented apartments "nearby" so you can still see your kids from time to time

Or...

2. Just keep driving, do not look back, like a bluesdog version of Thelma and Louise (without the Louise). Throw away the razor, wind your hair back in a pony-tail al la Willie Nelson and follow your nose to adventure and intrigue. You will attract the same level of distain from the misses, but you will be able to hide yourself in a deluded state of "falling down", as you run from the authorities on the dusty red roads of outback Qld, holding no fixed address, living each day as it comes and adopting a sort of Ned Kelly like attitude to life; but instead of stealing from the rich landowners or stage coaches at gun point, you can raid the ASX at laptop point, holding up the stock of your choice at with your new found shooting skills and nerves of steel.

Your kids may even want to join you on the road one day?

So...what will it be?

You can be pitiful and submit to the beast "back home"...or you can show some real backbone like a true bluesdog, by rising above the squalor of self imposed emasculation, by taking the bull by the horns!

Either way your life, as you recognise it now, has come to a devastating end!

"Attack a Crack"...lol...yeah right.

Cheers!