a magician asks you to pick a card - any card, in fact. you do. they ask you to put the card back in the pack - anywhere in the pack, in fact. you do. they walk away. ten years later, your wife gives birth to the six of clubs. “is this your card?” the midwife asks, in a familiar voice.
what the fuck
"I’m not going to say I haven’t done stupid things. I have. I’ve done stupid things, really stupid. But I was trying to help people. And I, you know, it just got… Kind of like when your car goes into a skid and they tell you, you know, ‘turn into the skid’, and then, you find yourself coasting - trying to hang on and hoping that somehow you’ll straighten out before you… get to the edge."
This man is seriously a paragon.
Fuck he’s fine!