No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side.Or you don't.

In the year 2025, the best men don't run for president, they run for their lives. . . .

La supervivencia no es cuestión de cortesía ni de disculpas.

You try to tell yourself that you've been lucky, most incredibly lucky, and usually that works because it's true. Sometimes it doesn't work, that's all. Then you cry.