Sense and Responsibility

I keep on wondering when the day will come when I will stop forgetting to bring my keys or leaving credit cards at bars. Instead of taking small steps toward responsibility, I patiently await this hypothesized momentus day when all of the pieces of my ''adult'' puzzle will fall into place and I can leave my bullshit behind. This also includes knowing what social security means and other facts of adult life.

Random thought: Why is it that homeless men in their 50's who brave the elements everyday to sing for quarters on subway platforms have better-kept voices than most pop stars their age?