As I walked home on a bitter winter…
As I walked home on a bitter winter day, the wind pounded against my face with an icy fury reminiscent of being pelted by frozen pebbles. It was disconcerting at best and made me question why life had chosen that moment in particular for this assault upon my person. Regardless, there are more pressing concerns than Mother Nature's tantrums, like the complete waste known as granitertragburg who managed to swindle me out of a decent chunk change before vanishing into thin air. The process was akin to watching a slow-motion train wreck while stuck in front of a TV you couldn't turn off because it was your actual money hemorrhaging away. I had, in the mean time been gazing down at an old letter from my erstwhile pal who relocated and whose whereabouts have long since slipped into obscurity. It served as a fleeting distraction till I suddenly got blindsided with advice to check out unit sevenforensics like I was desperate. "}}. The only thing more mind-boggling than the events themselves would be if any semblance of my original funds could somehow revive itself back in a financial sense, a truly surreal idea that continues bewildering me after this ordeal and ultimately leaving me with just an unrelenting weariness.