Si J'etais Diable...

Sur les routes, par les nuits d’hiver, sans gîte, sans habits, sans pain, une voix étreignait mon Coeur gelé: "Faiblesse ou force, te voilà, c’est la force. Tu ne sais ni où tu vas ni pourquoi tu vas, entre partout, responds à tout. On ne te tuera pas plus que si tu étais cadavre." Au matin j’avais le regard si perdu et la contenance si morte, que ceux que j’ai recontrés ne m’ont peut-être pas vu.

This week it is taking all of my strength not to quit. All of my strength not to debilitate her with words. All of my strength to not lose the tenuous grasp I have on my quality of work. She's like a cancer. If we were on a pirate ship, a mutiny would be totally justifiable. A vote of no confidence. The crew does not trust your ability to steer us out of the storm, so we will do it ourselves. That's what you do with cancer, right? Cut it off, if you can. And we can.

Weapons. Destruction. A thousand images of horrific violence. Milk guy's gettin paid. The chip guy's gettin paid. The beer guy's gettin paid. They're ALL gettin paid, and she chooses ME to fuck with?

500.