Yesterday, my nephew came running to me, armed with his toy gun. And when he shot, either I had to die or snatch the gun and kill him. Ofcourse, I did none. Today, I recieved a letter from him that read, "there were no bullets". He had only ever meant to fool me, either way. But he doesn't know, he did it a third way. For, epiphanies are the mere recoiling impact of the promises we break and collect. #jug_days the one hashtag I'm entirely proud of.
