Into The FOrgotten He Went

Into the blues I sunk in my deep thoughts, "is it possible that I can do the same mistake twice, that I never learn my lesson, when will I ever learn to trust my instinct? Isn't it quite clear that I always end up right?"1

"The pig; all the maneuvers, all the arguments, all the excuses, the fights, the make up, the promises, the breathless discussions, all that time wasted, they all lead to the same ending, my gut feeling is right, at the end he proved to be the weasel. I am a bit confused here, is he a pig or a weasel or a pigged weasel or a weaseled pig, if such animal exists? I think he is the lowest of the lowest, has been always, I knew it from day one, but I just had to prove it, I couldn't just settle to my own wise judgment, no great Lisa had to celebrate her victory without a shed of a doubt. I hope you're happy now Lisa it took you two and half years of your life to trap the pig. But I did it didn't I; oh yes you did at whatever cost I know you don't care you just had to prove yourself right. So now what? You are right, go celebrate your victory". 2

I must admit I enjoyed my victory, the shock that struck him when he looked at me with his unmasked face for the first time since we met unable to use any of his masks was grand, I held them all in my hands, I am grand I put him right there, I said nothing, I just gave him the great kick in the ass which took him in his state of shock right into the forgotten time. 3

Well if I learned my lesson he might as well learn his4