So despite years of speech training I have decided to break the first rule of a good intro, so anyway, here goes.

Have you ever made a bet you knew you couldn't lose? But at the same time know that you had absolutely no chance of winning it. Well, despite my years of being a professional underage gambler, I just don't know when to quit while I'm ahead. It's like all the tension of a high-stakes wager just builds and builds, and with the prize so close, so within your reach that you are blinded by it and in a moment of passion throw it all away. Do I regret losing? Never. Will I give up? Not on your life, mine, or everyone else's on this tiny ball spinning in the roulette wheel of the universe. There is just something very hard about looking into the face of your opponent, at realizing at the same time that there is no way you will be able to stay away from them, the pressure of the days starts to add up and a whisper, a slight touch, and all is lost. I trapped myself in a corner from which there was only one escape, and I took it. And to think that mere moments before I was ready to tilt my head, smile, and whisper "And so ends day four." Goodnight with a flourish and drive away into the night, narrowly avoiding my own demise, but at the same time merely delaying it for one more day when the same impossible choices present themselves to me and I begin the epic battle between my own foolish pride and my foolish heart. We all know that in the end I would follow my foolish heart into a den of lions in the hopes of saving it, even at the expense of my own sanity, well being, and general health. Oh, it is a foolish thing this love, but alas, I am a slave to it. When even my insane desire never to lose a bet can't get in the way, something is obviously working at a level far beyond my ability to control. The underlying connections, while thin, sleek, invisible, pull us all with a force that no one can understand, and wrap, twirl and intertwine with others, in a inescapable net. But one must always remember, and this is key, that in the end everything is all good. And though my fingers may pound and bleed on the page, the story will be written, and whether or not I will ever stop hammering away at the keys will depend solely on how long it takes for the same forces that caused me to lose the bet to pull me away, and back to where the final product ends up. Sweet and blood will pour, but had I the speed, the epic would be delivered in an hour, just to make sure I don't miss one minute, one single minute where I could grasp her in my arms. The great clock is ticking, but eventually the alarm will ring and awaken the things deep down inside of us that have been hidden away for so long, the things we all fear, the terrible, inescapable feelings that can no longer be ignored. An orderly series of events? Of course not. A wild explosion is soon to come, sweeping over everything I know and change it forever, yet at the same time leave everything as it is, simply on a higher level. Quite frankly I think I talk to much, and tonight it was proven. My own cockiness led me straight into a trap. A trap? A terrible way to think of it, for how can your destiny be a trap? I am very amazed that I even made it this far, seeing as how I have been preparing and thinking over my losing since the beginning. A story like this doesn't just spring out of your mind, you always need a good opening line. That's all these have ever been, opening lines which lead to the inner parts of my mind and release all the wild animals being held there. In the end, let the elephants stomp on everything and let rain and thunder carry the penguins away to where they are better off, sunbathing in the tropics, for I regret nothing, and would I have the chance, exactly the same would happen, conscious or not, for no one can escape the ties that bind them, the connections that loop through the world and through chaos bring order to this world, even if it is only for me to see and share with the people that I love. Love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love. Indeed. And with that I would like to close with the fact that whatever may be bothering anyone anywhere at any time, always remember that this old fool will be here to tell you it's all good. It's all good.