When I was little, I didn't make any choices, other than if I wanted PB&J for lunch or a turkey sandwich. I didn't have to make the choice of my family or a party life or if I should drive home drunk rather than calling my mom to come get me and get in a shit load of trouble. Choices. Right now, sitting in my car, parked next to a bridge, I don't know how many choices I have.Все права защищены