My sabbatical has dwindled to an end. Long have I worshiped at the unholy altar of sloth. I have a new master now, slave that I am to the almighty dollar. So it is with head held a little higher I begin a new stage of my life, the filthy, stinking, rich mill worker stage. Ski-doos, jet ski's, rusty pick-up trucks gun racks credit cards maxed catch the wife cheating on me when I get home from nightshift early become an alchoholic take up gambling, lose everything live on the streets as a hobo and eventually die. I'm looking foreward to it.