Lesson one is that there's always a lesson. If something doesn't teach or entertain it isn't worth repeating. The past fifty-six hours haven't exactly been amusing, so I'm guessing I was supposed to learn something along the way. Given the current circumstances, I can't help but think I missed it.
Handcuffs chafing my wrist, kevlar vest compressing a chest with three broken ribs thanks to a trio of bullets that sit in front of me in constant reminder of the biggest fuck-up of my life. In short, I made a mistake; the kind of mistake that seems impossible until it actually happens. The kind of shit that's so far and away it pains me to admit, but in my defense no one could've seen it coming, simply because it started so innocently.
Including me there were three things that set that past couple days in motion. The other two were a bus and a cute little terr--tourist--by the name of Saori Mishima...or Mishima Saori, I never really learned which was supposed to come first.
Name order aside, I now bring myself to lesson two: everything starts small.
TBC (Continued, Concluded, Cancelled, take your pick.)
