Life has a way of not working out according to plan. Not long ago, I was looking at a sweet life: pro sports gig, lots of partying, settling down to raise a family...someday...in the distant future.
Now there's this 8 X 8 shelter and a gig as a latrine cleaner. I am, however, alive. Most people weren't so lucky.
I keep myself fit. It keeps me from dwelling on what used to be...and what is now.
Things are looking up. The next door neighbour is a knockout!
Unfortunately, she's carrying a boatload of excess baggage.
So, he's a waste of space but he's still her husband. The fact that something is necessary doesn't necessarily make it right.
The end does not justify the means.
Nonetheless, I've done it. I wouldn't do it over any other way. No regrets.
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