On that Neither Side of Never An illicit romance, an elopement, a marriage, a pregnancy and a murder plus 4 brutal killings whilst still a teenager. That's a helluva way to start out in life. After that degree of blooding and bleeding, just when do you lose count of your body-count? When will the killing stop? Will it ever stop? When it gets to two figures, or maybe three? Once you stop caring, is it ever possible to start caring again? Even if you change your name and your identity, is it ever possible to actually become somebody else? You will inevitably find that memories and recall can never be distanced nor third-person'd away. That's a given. You are always stuck with the hand that you're dealt.... or the cards that you've dealt out. If you nevertheless persist in trying to de-identify from your former self, are you pre-destined to fail? With an eventual real incentive not to fail, could that be the deal-breaker that tempts fate and overturns chance? It's always possible to rationalize any much desired situation. However once that becomes an unavoidable affair of the heart, the rationale gets to involve two conflicting mind-sets. The other side of any deceitful loving relationship can easily rock the boat. However it may also ultimately stabilize it. As so often happens in a life lived in daily turbulence, the cards can be misdealt to the extent that everything "goes to pot" so suddenly that any intervention becomes unlikely and then ultimately impossible. Where can one ever go from an insoluble impasse? The answer is always, in real life... nowhere at all. Death is the final arbiter.tinyurl.com/n2dghkkOn the Neither Side of NeverYou just don't pay the Ferryman