In a pyrrhic victory for the loss of shame, I have seen the pouring rain.
“Do I know the what from why?” se asks me.
I reply with a yes and sip my drink. Cola latte. Yum. We all have the blood of warriors running through our veins, although some are cut down long before they reach the heart of battle. I fall into that category, having lost any semblence of self in last month’s incident with the sponge and sugar.
And where are we now?