Shit, shit!
Oy vey.
I’m no stranger to playing with fire. Call it a pastime; call it a lifestyle. Still, after all that igniting, how could I have possibly lost sight of a loose ember that’s now threatening to burn down the very foundation of what I’ve worked so hard to rebuild [again]? When time is of the essence, it’s never too soon to begin the process of gathering the resources necessary to protect my own interests. Disaster preparation? Perhaps. By bracing myself for total destruction, I can channel all of my efforts toward one common goal: fighting fire with fire. It’s the only way, really. With just a little instigation, the ember could grow to a fury-filled flame that, if not contained, will torch everything and everyone in its path, including the [mostly] innocent just for the hell of it. The devastation would be insurmountable, and I can’t allow that. Spiteful sparks always evolve. I must keep that in mind, but first: I must do my best to stomp out the ember entirely.
It’s such a shame that being pinned down between a rock and a hard place is always more enticing.
