Afterward you see it is the perfect storm. Afterward you see that you should have gotten off on the shoulder. Should have taken the access road. Should have taken the baby with you.
Afterward you realize that the goals you had that particular Tuesday were all the wrong goals. You were playing checkers and you should have been playing chess. You were playing monopoly but the game was Life.
Wrong rules. You realize too late. The goal was survival. The goal was the razor line between good and evil. The goal was everything. And now, now that you have foolishly, carelessly, wantonly played the game by the wrong rules everything has been lost.
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