Well, what might look like a break ... a good streak, a heads-up penny, might very well be a ticket to the pokey. Alas, a man of profound stupidity -- has lucked himself into jail. It is not him to whom my sympathies go, but rather another person who must bear more pain. It isn't a crushing blow. In a fight to have this putz get along in life, this person has chosen to fight for him -- her competition a brutish Tyson fighter with some foxy cunning. Ultimately, either our protagonist will wear out this terror or our protagonist will perish in battle. I find the latter more likely.
The jailed man here is no stranger to me, but I favor the protector over the protected. The protected views life much like a game -- there is no reason for tears or emotional investment. To the destruction of others -- life is emotional investment, devotion and love. This "player" is unmoved by the cries of others. Be he the shoe, ship or hat -- a shit he remains.
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
rolling doubles too many times
Posted by Marcus at 10:59 PM
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