It Smells Like Barbeque Sauce When I Piss

If you told me you wanted to go someplace too faraway, I would be concerned for your wellbeing, but I would also be proud of you for confronting that dark wind of the future (thanks Al!) and taking back from it your certainty. You rock! I would neither try to stop you nor comfort you; you're a grown up now, and this is something you've got to face on your own, but I would at least let that extra head of yours out of it's little bag and set it free in a bass pond in the woods somewhere; there is no need for it to suffer, too.