The buzz of this poison is taking me higher

I drove through Billerica for the first time in a long time today. Everything seemed familiar, yet strange at the same time. Some things are the same (more Chinese food restaurants than any town needs), some things are new (yet another Dunkin Donuts). Really, what struck me the most was how little I'd changed since that last time I was there. The dates have changed, and some of the names, but I haven't. I thought I would learn from my mistakes, just by being able to acknowledge them as mistakes. I think the problem is really in the word mistake, though. It seems so innocuous. Perhaps I should call them egregious fuck-ups from now on, and that would keep me from repeating them.