WHERE IS MR.ROBOTO???

..................well my fellow travellers I did not wake up alone this morning , today I am deep in the memories of the man I used to be and I am surrounded by the comrades and loved ones and others who fell , who lost their battle along the way and I am feeling each ones hopes and dreams slung over my shoulders like lugguage and if any of you out there trudging through theblasted waste of strokeland are using my footprints as a guide , here is some advice ( the only currency in this desolate dimension , if you are right behind me , jog up here and take some of this load off me please , for those further back on the trail , do not follow the sign saying "STYX" , lose that stupid 80's vibe you're feeling and turn away , that's where I got all this lugguage , not worth the trip,and avoid all of those paths that seem a shortcut to that which you desire most , they're longer , harder and rockier than they look , dreams arent that easy or convenient for us, even if youre one of those people who things always worked out for , grrr!!! , this place eats those like you alive . it was not one specific memory that took me to the deadlands but a mixture of all of them , my search for the old me found its own way to remind me that old Phil had seen some ugliness in his life, had lost some valuable companions , and some not so much , and new Phil , who hungers for old familiar memories was not ready for all of this, half a century of holding in those feelings and repressing them should not have been released on this damaged brain and heart, this was supposed to be an easy path to what I desired , I guess the old "be careful what you wish for "thing wasnt crap after all. I awoke phone in hand looking for the survivors of my childhood and found them out in FBland , I was overjoyed until I realized how bloody old we all are now , I'm thankful for that , but I stayed at the emotional maturity of 16 years on purpose and I felt that way til I saw all you old bastards out there, you all look like I remember your parents looking , weird. I will be spending the day trying to lessen this load and keep going , its tough to stay positive and optimistic while lugging this particular cargo , see ya out there my wandering friends , dont pick up any odd suitcases you see in my wake , they're heavier than they look , we''ll meet up ahead somewhere