There’s been a good reason for my absence here – meaning my physical self isn’t in some state of decomposition. Treasa and I have been moving along very nicely. Given my line of work, it’s inevitable that she’d get caught up in it at some point. Because I know I couldn't come to terms with those consequences, I’ve decided to get out of the game from hence forward. I’ve gone straight. Yes, this means transitioning to the corporate life. I’ve taken a much better paying job at another bank. Nine to five. Cubicles. And managing vacation days.
But it doesn’t, at least shouldn’t, entail rapidly approaching bullets, explosions, and deceit. For this; I’m better off. I’m cognizant that I cannot fully escape my past. There’s a risk that something will bubble up, but I’ll do my best to avoid the splatter. I’ll always be prepared, and I’ll always get results.
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