You fell apart again. Dedication is something that comes with desire. Dedicaton and commintment are things that cannon be manufactured for posterity. I see through you. You are an open book. It isn't about your words and it's not about how good it is. It's all about what you're willing to give up to keep it. I saw it before you said a word. I can't blame you. People grow regress. But I'm willing to accept finality. Racing a fading image eats my time and wears me down. But I will leave you with something more concrete than your copouts and indecision. You will never be part of this again. You used up your last chance. Maybe someday you'll learn that victory is not as sweet when you don't know what it's like to be down.I'm still pushing and I'll be the first to call and remind you when things still aren't going your way.