Then why do you go back to it when it s gone? It was the piles of dog poop of people maker in those newspapers I used to read. Somebody died in terror strikes, or plane crash, or school shooting, in fast cars, in some icu, etc. Or just some freak incident. And all this socially too. Moms familys money land women. I’m not in the habit of bringing their agents here. They just keep waiting for them and nobody shows up. In dispair they start cursing me. He is some sir who’s been chasing me for long, I just evade him only. Someday he’ll turn me into an anecdote.