Every body that gets a choice will make some bad ones. I cash my paychecks on this, but some days it's on parade. Today felt like a long French film with a single stupid point: this one. Today was long - really, it started almost exactly one year ago when some knucklehead set down a death threat on voicemail. From there, maybe a butterfly was off the beat, some dominoes fell backwards, and one day the whole show landed on my desk.
That was crap, that last paragraph. Cheap pulp novel talk, and butterflies and dominoes don't get choices, or anyway I don't think so. Am I right, am I wrong, my god what have I done? A bad choice, that's what, but that's my point. I think. I could go around again here
But no. Reset. My day was squandered on dealing with some fallout from a couple people's past bad choices. Which really meant trying to prevent future bad choices by those same people, and some others. Which really meant making sure I didn't fuck up my own choices.
I love this stuff, but I need to not get too numb to it, cocky, bottle it up and move on. So I'm writing down some of the whorls of it. Airing it out, or maybe have I driven it to the landfill? Did I? Was that a choice if I wasn't even watching? Lotta bad ones happen that way. Not all. Same damage.
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