Tomato Wrist

Decisions-decisions Do you take a job where it's always womb-warm working for dirty broken pennies or poke around in the wind and cold for a taste of that sweet northern gold. Do you marry that stable ice box or the rock sucking vagabond... To take the shortcut through the war zone or go around the world just to get back home. Do you turn the other cheek for eternity or bash them in the skull and set yourself free, do you slowly yellow away or slit your wrist on a whim and call it a day. Decisions-decisions