Wrecked

Thursday's Child

Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe.
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving.
Saturday's child must work for a living,
but the child that's born on the Sabbath day
is fair and wise and good and gay.
Traditional, Anon.

I have a long way to go. I was, after all, born on a Thursday. The year is unimportant. Suffice to say that my soul is well-worn, even if my face is not. I have been likened to a Dorian Gray, but I am not nearly wicked enough. Truly, I am not.

That is not to say that I do not have moments of regret--of somewhat questionable behavior. I will say this, though: hindsight makes sinners of us all.

Follow me into sin, if you wish.