Hello!  It's me again.  

I've been gone for a while.  I stole the keys to my parents car and took it for a joy ride.  I did all kinds of grown-up things.  In fact, I thought I had actually grown-up.  

So, did you know cars run out of gas?   Yeah, neither did I.   It ran out of gas in the most inconvenient spot too, in an intersection.  The intersection of Mo Fo Interstate and Bad Ass Expressway, to be exact.

I'm still here and I don't quite know what to do.  I'm confused and scared and everyone seems mad at me.  I don't feel like a grown-up at all.  

That's as far as this metaphor goes.   Turns out metaphors run out of gas as well.