Make it? Make what? The team? The chick? Make good? Make out? Make sense? Make money? Make time? Define your terms." What does one make of themselves? What lives we lead in the shadow of the moon that has hung over us as it did our ancestors. Benevolently watching over us for the span of our existence hanging in the radiant ether by the name of space. Space, the most appropriate name for a void in which life hangs in a quantum balance. Well that got existential for a second. I blame the drugs. I don't do drugs.... .. but I blame them.
