It seems that negative occurrences in our lives have the propensity to generate their own terrible momentum. You stub your toe on the way to the bathroom in the morning; a little later, you crack your head on an open cabinet door. Pulling into the parking lot at work, you scrape your paint on an unreasonably high curb. You go into find your computer has crashed, taking all your work on a mission-critical project with it, leading your boss to publicly humiliate you in front of the whole office before sending you packing to the unemployment line. Returning home in an emotionally vulnerable state, you find your Significant Other performing Crisco Acrobatics with the paperboy and three of his underage classmates, leading you to grab your rifle in preparation for a neighborhood-wide bloodbath/rampage. The first shell misfires, however, blinding you for life, the next 20 years of which you'll spend practicing echolocation in the Clink...
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