Relinquish disaster, stay intact for tomorrow. Among make-shift gifts for the holidays, hostility is the only bargaining I’ve been doing lately. The surprisingly sane one in the corner might beg to differ. Regardless, I’ve been a frequent visitor to this daft, grummy place off the brinks of prudence for a while now and with experience and without good reason it seems I’ve made a bed here—one much too comfortable to abandon. And so it goes without stating too bluntly that this is an alarm to the nearing train heading my way.  Bearing fond memory and a distaste for this new breed of disorder, I feel it is only necessary to disdain from any sort pride that may suggest to me another idea of soon-to-be failure. Its best to just stay on my tracks for a while.