“Mr Austin?”

Max responded in a daze, trapped in a warped nightmare. When he returned to the counter he was split by two totally opposed minds.

The girl smiled nervously –

“We have a seat available tomorrow morning, sir.”

There it was… relief… just one more sleep… home.

“Will I book it for you?”

He was paralyzed by indecision.

Just say yes. Do it – fuck it – just do it!

But if you do, don’t fool yourself.

“Mr Austin?”

Don’t pretend that if you go home you will ever come back.

You know that if you go home you will never do it.

“Will I book the ticket?” the girl asked anxiously.

The moment of indecision finally snapped shut –

“No,” Max said, his stomach churning. “I’m sorry – I can’t.”

He walked back into the street and sat in the gutter, his head in his hands.

Mate… you’ve decided… that’s good!

Now start looking forward to it.

Don’t worry – it’ll be great!

Just think – that first step away from your money will be the first truly free step you have ever taken.