Some time to think.

As always I've been thinking. Muck akin to the final thoughts a squirrelly runs through it's mind just before it makes that fatal step onto the tarmac of interstate 101. Only to have it's thoughts shared with the very calculated quandaries of the 35 inch radial tires of our fine mayor and actor of choice: Arnold S. Let me share with you the thoughts of that oh so caring radial just as it gets ready to greet the jittery and nervous squirrel who's only goal in life is to drive the second dominate species insane and to save a nut for tomorrow.
"The road, it smells... FUCK!!! Who put rodent on the road!"
Now you might think that the lowly squirrels thought might be more important to share, but to speak the plain truth, you're wrong again, just like fourth-grade kickball. It was your ideal to invite the exchange student into the game, knowing that no one was supposed to play with the new kid for a week. It was your fault I was socked in the gonads that fateful day. I can't come within two yards of those big red yard balls. See that's what happens when you presume you know all the answers. You fuck up again. And here I am holding my balls waiting for the nurse to come around with a bag of ice so I can go to the bathroom with a face the color of strawberry coolaid with three times too much sugar.
More to the point. I am bracing for that tire to hit me on the crown. I've been thinking. I'm always thinking. Alright, I admit it. I usually think about flinging my wang out and making the world face the fact that life isn't as pretty and regurgitate the like the media to tell them it is, but today is different. Today I've been thinking about what is best for me and my horde. For my eldest the scholar, my youngest the artist, my wife the woman, and the unborn lizard growing in her belly. The question remains unanswered by my ever wandering intellect. Should I stay were I am? Visiting for weeks at a time only to return to a dillusional family that is not my own. Or should I belly up to responsibility and move into the household I swore never to return so I can pay into and assist a dillusional family teetering on the brink of self-distraction?
On the one side, I would be seeing my wife and children more regularly and I wouldn't be spending so much gas when my car doesn't work (it's just as lazy as I am -how sad). There I would be able to save money with a slightly increase success ratio.
On the other side. I would be living in the room that's been the root of many downfalls of recent. Yes the mold is gone now but that only gets a really good cleaning when I leave. Consider it motivation. I would be living with an old man I am about ready to snap in half over my shoulder because of his blatant over-abuse of alcoholic beverages and prescribed medications that interact with those beverages. His own antiquated ideologies of pride and respect restrict him from informing his physician that he's the human equivalent of a single brown stained wrinkle of an Ass' Ass -you know what? I realized I just spoke rather highly of him -humph.
I still have to count my finances and deduce were I would be pulling the most potential out of life. There would be certain things I would have to acquire if I were to move again. Such an ISP of my very own and new cellphones.
Crap now it's the rear tires' turn. See you when I come back as a banana slug