Maybe I should just leave? Pack my bag, wrap a sandwich in tin foil, put on my new sunglasses and old Converse and walk right out?Maybe I should feel the cold morning rain on my face, cool wind in my hair, hard concrete beneath my feet?Perhaps I should smoke my favourite brand of cigarettes sitting on a bench in near an abandoned park, overlooking the sea?Have Modest Mouse tell me how awesome it is to be a "drifter" and have Arch Enemy convince me to "be whatever I want to be".I guess I must go.Now.