Repetition Stories

This was some time ago – or was it? The days are coming a little too fast to recall; Blurring together. Oh well, as I was saying Before my mind wandered off Into unknown territory, As sometimes it is apt to do; As I was saying, A while back, Something happened. Now, I can’t quite remember what Or when, or by who it was instigated, But I know something happened. Something big. Not so massive as the Heist; Your father will...

As I look up at the cold, colourless ceiling, with patterns and shapes that are drawn from my own rather dreary imagination, I wonder whether I actually hold any regrets. I don’t mean generally; I am of course being more specific, referring to a particular event, or rather a series of events that in due course you will be privy to and can decide for yourself as to whether I should hold any forbearance for my actions. My b...