I understand.

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Look.  Most people, that probably includes you, do not understand fishing with a golden hook.  You, literally and figuratively, won't do it.  I was created, breed, born, raised, and trained to do it.  Try to get a hound not to sniff or a cat not to claw.  It is what I do.  I have preferred methods.  I triangulate risks.  But at some point, I just go, go, go.  I do take risks.  I just do.  Sometimes on purpose, or just for a gas, but often because that is where the world, reality, other people, myself, and even fate have lead me.  Right to that edge, and at a time and situational point where other options aren't available.  So...  Over that edge I go, and with as much gusto as I can muster.

Really, Doom, you are just saying that.  Some things I'm pretty sure about.  At least... things I can share.




They don't always work out exactly as planned.  If this hasn't been one of my particular problems.


Some are technically just a dream, probably.  I'd do this, if it were free.  But to be honest, it isn't as exciting as it might seem.  Ho-de-ho, ho-de-hum... are we fragging there yet?  Gah!  Still... free?  I'm in. 


It's just how it is.  So, taking a little booster a little fast, well...  I wouldn't do it for myself, or they would be gone.  It was time to take a risk and try to get ahead.  My compass said pour on the gas and shoot the moon, so I did.  My navigator is almost never wrong.  And... that is just how it goes.  And I'm still not dead.  Mostly.  Thank God my mother doesn't know any of this.  SHE'D kill me!  But I think, back in there... she knows.  She just prays a lot.