
i am an opportunist, i survive
The odd thing about not surviving is that it can be but a moment between living and being remembered. A slip of a bus drivers foot, a trip down the stair well, the pull of a snipers finger, the flash of steel in a busy street, that prawn dish, an unobtrusive examination, a clot lost and finding a home in your brain, a telly falling from
a window of a four storey house, a "Just in the wrong place at the wrong time."