Flashbacks to former life incidents under the category of asshole fortunately aren't enough to force a conclusion that I must be an asshole = anecdata. So new millennium. Composure is the dead sea scroll of civility, hence the meander down the rapids of yesterday when the asshole in the room was me.

The proportions are skewed way in favor of righteousness compared to the number of mistakes of asshole dimensions. All the AK attention is a reminder of the cumulative right moves to date that survive any false branding. The trick is achieved by standing by the decisions knowing you've reached the stage of pay now. Forestalling the decline.

Cradling that good guy type for all these years makes the worth of it bigger than the now pay off. AK meet heart failure meet duput on this carpet ride.