Sometimes we feel like we got life all planned out. We plan for the future but fail to live in the present. Everything seems perfect to the public eye but behind close doors it's the complete opposite. Heaven becomes Hell but we have no choice but to live though it. Can we make it out? Can we beat the odds that are against us? Or do we fall victim to the streets?

Sometimes the side chick is better.

This is a good story but the description sounded crappy as I was writing it, so forget the description and read the story.

Ever tried flying with one wing?