I hate to tell people about certain circumstance I've encountered because
I hate when people say what they would've
done how they would've
handled it how it would't've or could't've happen to them
I hate when people
insinuate that I who at time of a life threatening
predicament I who had no choice in the matter should've chose a cirtain way out of the situation
I love the thought that comes to mind the one when I punch them in the face a thousand times
I hate to share something that happened to me with others and they have the inevitable adasuty to tell me what they would've done if it was them instead of me but it was never them they don't pop up no where in the story they were nowhere
on the scene they were somewhere safe it was me with a gun in my face
it was me who wasn't safe it wasn't John Wick