  Everyone has issues. I know on the outset that might seem to be a fairly obvious statement, but I know I don't think about it often. There's even a lame pop song to this effect, so, you know, it's on the minds of Amanda Marshall fans.
People you, me and the buddy down the road have serious issues. Lunkhead, who is a high school dropout, and is under the age of majority almost peed in his pants today; he might be a dad. I got a confession from an aquaintence that she had an unwanted pregnancy while still in her teens, and had a subsequent miscarriage that still gives her nightmares. My boss' mom ran away with another woman. Almost every woman I've ever met have been sexually assaulted, or attacked.
I've always maintained that everyone has at least ten good stories, but I think it may be fair to say that everyone has at least one issue, and most have myriads. I guess it's more screamingly obvious evidence to the effect that we're deeply disturbed as a race. I'm not even going to get into the tragedies we all face.To paraphrase Chuck; over time everyone's survival rate drops to zero. Had a dream where it was winter, i was home in hickville, and I was hitchhiking home, although there weren't any cars on the road.
It was sunny, and winter, like the slushy march breaks I had as a kid, where i spent the whole time skiing, and had the winterface tan. Anyways, i round a turn, and there's a person in front of me, a good ways away, wearing a long, long jacket that's red, on the inside, when the wind blows it aside, i can see yellow. The hood is up, but i get the impression the other walker is female. I'm just noticing that i should be freezing my ass off (I'm only wearing jeans and a pink blouse) when the other walker stands on a guardrail.
I start running towards her/him, because good god damn, we're on a cliff, and falling would be a sudden greasy stop, but I don't get to her in time. She's still falling down toward the rocks when i get there. I look at my feet, and see a card; like a baseball card, only theres something gold attached to it.
On the card is something I can't read, and a classic picture of the Virgin Mary. I pick it up, and lean over the rail, trying to spot the jumper, if i can climb down, etc. All that's below me are clouds, and i wake up with one of those full body spazzes. 
