If you ask me, the bridge was 2 degrees short, but I still believed it could be bridged and was looking for a way. But at the end of the day it didn’t matter because it was booby-trapped with explosives even before I got there. That might have been worth mentioning if he wasn’t so busy thinking about wanting to do the right thing instead of actually doing it. It’s almost like he needed me to be on the bridge in order to detonate. He used me. Even if he didn’t do it consciously. But he let himself do it. Same thing.

May 11th, 2010 | Comments Off on

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