Today may be different. As of today I'm 24 years old. That isnt what feels different though. The streets are full as always. The air is thick and grey as usual. The air pollution here is fucked as always. So what was it. Something was throwing me off and I was starting to get pissed at it. Then it hit me. It hit me right in the face like a fucking train. ||Disclaimer|| This story isnt about Wilbur Soot. I only tagged the story as mcyt to attract the correct audience. The character and events in this story are based around his music and all the credit of the songs or lyrics that I use in this go to Wilbur. ||Also quick trigger warning:|| $u1cd3