A Sign of More to Come

“This long time curse hurts, but what’s worse is this pain in here….” Another day as Cain, another day broken, another day as Fortune’s fool. Days like this cast a cold, gray shade upon life. Yesterday, I was content, confident, stiff upper lip proudly displayed for all to see, today I am little more than a shivering, huddled mass, with a distracted spirit and a defeated will. It takes a lot for a mortal man, but we adapt, and a subtle song can quickly become an anthem under the right circumstances. I was fired, and for purely distracted reasons. Justice must have let her bandana unfurl.