It's funny...

There are so many different kinds of truth. Truths you want to know. Truths you think you ought to know. Truths you should know, whether you want to know them or not. Truths you maybe would have been a whole lot better off not knowing.

Funny how many of them manage to hurt, in the telling and in the hearing. I thought truth was supposed to set us free?

If anyone wants me, I'll be on my bike. Somewhere else that's not here, until I can be sure I'm not going to say or do anything I might regret.