good ol' good 'olde

i'm back here at home. guess you gotta take this cat out of the jungle. hunting too many wild things out there. i don't feel like i'm in a cage. i guess its more of a domestication process. i look at it like this: i'll be more able to adapt to any environment if i can get some of those wild things out of my system. some of those natural instincts will be tamed. they'll always be part of my edge and sense, but i need them on my side.
sometimes i'm like a monkey hurling shit at the crowd. that's ok. but i need to be able to do the ol' song and dance and ride the tricycle for the change tossers.

ahh well.

this whole rehab thing starts in the most difficult way. should i get the diapers out so i don't shit myself?