my life is the center of a one man revoloution. my own devoted sandinistan guerrilla. my own damned government. i'd say i'm my own che guevara, but che had convictions. che had a plan. i don't even have that right now. upheaval and chaos weigh my every breath. i'd say it's akin to trying to write a screenplay at eighty miles per hour on an etch-a-sketch - while dealing with turbulance.

i'm my own sheepish follower, completely ready to die for my causes. if i only knew what those causes were...

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