Dry (drunk) as a bone on Sunday

Waiting in Hospital City. This is a before and after picture, I was angry when I snapped it and angry after. (Look at that. Bad neglect, nature taking over. In a better frame of mind, I'd see some humor maybe. The experiment within an iron gate, with signs like grave markers. Surprise, the corn prevails.)

I'm starting to wonder again, what was my escape plan, surely I had some way out, even a compromise, what was it? Because this is 15 months now.