Prodigal Son

I remember when I was 18 years old and quit my fast-food job. This was right after I graduated from high school. I told my mother that I wanted to take some time to “find myself”. She got angry and told me that the only place I would find myself was living on the porch.

Well, here I am, 49 years old, not knowing who I am supposed to be. I am spending time fulfilling my mother’s expectations; living in misery. So, I’m gonna take some time off and “find myself” and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me this time.