Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up



-I can't write about B, because if C found out, he might shoot D, or at least all hell would break loose, and last time someone ended up being tortured by the police for 3 days and V almost got their throat cut
-I can't write about G, because if he ever saw what I had to say, his head might explode or he might have an apoplectic fit or something, and even though he's a bastard, I actually almost feel sorry for the poor guy, and he almost got shot a week or two ago anyway, and must have been half scared to death
-I don't want to write about E, because F might be jealous
-I don't want to write about I, because that would just give everyone a headache
-Q can't publish the report we've been working on for two years, presumably because they're genuinely terrified of the XYZ, even though everyone is finally coming out and saying that stuff openly now anyway, and now I'm wondering if we'll ever see that $10,000 or whatever it was
-And without that $10,000, who else could conceivably be creatively thought to owe me money? Who could I invoice, and for what? G is probably still in shock, and besides, I haven't been in direct contact for a year. And Z, well, the less said the better, and I'm implicitly sort of sworn to silence anyway
-And so on and on

You see, it makes it all a bit difficult to write anything about anything.