When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.

It's best to be ruthless with the past.

At the end of almost every AA meeting, someone read the Promises. One of these was 'We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it'. Dan thought he would always regret the past, but he had quit trying to shut the door. Why bother, when it would just come open again? The fucking had no latch, let alone a lock.

I changed it. I had to. Do you know why?" She studied him, her eyes grave. "Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

I feel no excuse is good enough for what's been going on in the past few weeks,

Speed kills. That's something they've been missing here on the perimeter the past couple of years.