We turned our questions into burning obsessions.nnSome asked: Why me?nOthers cried: Why everybody else except me? Accept me!nnAnswers proved aloof or elusivenand always seemed to be conducive to mood swings.nWith tempers flaring we took those tattered chi's and ideologies out of their vaults.nnOur faults aren't our fault.nnNow we're better than ever.nnWe drowned our problems in the whiskey.nThe bottom of the bottle dripped as clean as our conscience and we slept unconscious.nWe smoked our drugs and cigarettes to cleanse regrets, and always betted on regretting the outcome.nWe did, and then some...nWe rinsed our nicotine stained fingers double clean.nnWe dropped back to default. Our faults aren't our fault.nnNow we're better than ever.n(1, 2, 3, 4...)nRegressions left our lessons laid out for our attention.nA tension left us open to change.nThree cheers for hoping!nReason ain't our long suit.