running from your past? cant escape it, every time you turn around its there, meniacal grin hitting the back of your retinas. the pupils dialate to allow better sight of the problem at hand, letting it into your awareness, betraying you. that old place...whether it be in the back of your mind, or in the old neighborhood you grew up in. whether it be figurative or literal. it always has the same feeling and always catches up to you. time to face up...