Most people like to see others who are some sort of crazy or messed up. They like to see people make bad or strange decisions that they would never do themselves. Those people like to see other people be in situations where they themselves could have only imagined which roads to have to take to end up in such situations. Those fascinated people have some awareness in those moments and are able to recognize themselves like a mirror image, even though that reflection usually is quite a few paths different. It is a fair acknowledgment to say that a risky lifestyle is expensive in losing both time and money. Many times it requires steps so messy that you cannot retrace. It’s living in the moment but taking the chance of missing the next step and then continuing to miss every step after that not knowing it was leading slowly farther to nowhere. Living a high, living ready to die. Trusting instinct, gambling luck. And once someone is to be too far gone down that road, there’s no easy direction back. You end up being left in the dark too far for most anyone to understand. All you have are memories and crazy stories that only fit in bars or grungy crowds. Piles of crowds that don’t care about much but the moment they live in which for many is set on replay. Those who lived had been shaken too many times for any wake-up calls to be of any effect. They spent their lives running the opposite direction from conformity, warnings, and restrictions. They chase the fun, the new, the exciting until there’s nothing left anymore to feel. All limits stretched to extremes. And then they fade their life away: alone, sad, left feeling like they still missed something or like they’re still running from something. And it chases one to their death or to their loneliness.