Conversation with Self.

Okay boy you said your piece. Now tell me how you really feel. I see you seething inside: mind wandering left, mind wandering right. What if what if what if. Retracing your steps, wondering if that's what it's all about. If this is it. Be good be good be good, they tell you. Do the right thing. Have faith. Believe in people. And you shall be rewarded.

I don't smell any hint of bliss. What kind of world is this when all I can see before me is evil consolation. That I wasn't a total pushover. At least I smelled the lies. Lies always stink and no measure of denial will ever make them pretty. Do you hear me, dearest?

And so it ends just like I imagined. Crash! At last. Slow motion flicker scratched film tick tick tick of the film projector. Boom. Silent film. Our hero is crushed.