 Yesterday, I watched three men die because one man sneezed in a room full of blood and shit and light. Today, three more men go in, cheap mops, and each other's lives in their hands. Yesterday, I watched a man I admired gunned down for leaving a rose for a girl whose life was tantric by trauma she never deserved. Today, she doesn't remember, and three holes down, I can hear her screaming. Today, I'm alive to write about it. You want happy endings? F*** you! You're alive to read it. God help us all. Secure. Contain. Protect.