“Welcome to The Underground,” the sign said.

Step off the road and onto the underground where abused and self-abused creatures live. Here the gods are fantasies come true, alcohol and sex to name a few. Their worshipers pray for escape and these are prayers that are self-answered for hours or forever; unlike those of the idiots who travel The Road. Here there’s no worry over expectations and idiotic ideas of morality and rules. Here, you only have to worry about money dying…and, if it does, then fear failure as a thief.

Forget about yesterday. Look forward to today and tomorrow when dreams are, and will be, as apparent as beautiful flesh.