Dead ends happen to me. Even serious ones. Yet I press on. I wont give them a victim response. No I will contintue to press on though faked hatred hurts like fake truth I wont just stop because I can. Though fear attempts to control I don't bend in submission. I ask for help when I must. I do the best I can, at least with some zest. They'll be more chapters ahead with myself and Bill Hole, perhaps to guide and protect me.