I never said I was smart. I’m not particularly good at chess. Or poker.

Add to that, my tendency to get involved with hard luck cases. This, my friends, is a recipe for disaster.

Now, I find myself in a situation where I can’t see the end of it. I haven’t planned the endgame. Apparently, I don’t know how.

I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I’m depressed. I’m avoiding people. I’m avoiding work.

I’m totally lost. I’m a mark. I’m the one that gets asked favors, because I rarely say “no,” and my word means something. A friend of mine says I have integrity.

Yet, I seem to lack balls.

I have not yet decided if I’ll air my dirty laundry in this space. I suppose that decision will arrive when the consequences of my agreeing to this favor play out... which may be a long time coming.

I’m far from a religious man, but it wouldn’t hurt to send me some good vibes. Karma’s going to owe me one for taking her in.