There’s this guy who used to tell himself, “Hey, come clean, it’ll go easier on you.”
No matter how
hard you try
it was no more
than was expected.
Do you know about that planet where there are no unfounded or specious arguments; all arguments are what they are, and will suffice.
“I will admit,” he said, “That my impersonation of me lacks a certain finesse, but I think it’s more than balanced by it’s congenial coarseness.” “What do you think?” He asked, and no one replied.
A Conductor's Story: Bribe ‘em before you get there; grease the tracks ahead before you leave the station; do what’s necessary later.