Needless to say, my decision to leave came as a shock to me as well. No, the previous sentence was not erroneous, I was truely taken aback by my decision to leave. How is this possible? How can a man be suprised by a decision he himself made? No doubt, a question not easily answered, but I will attempt to put it as plainly as can be said.
In order for one to understand my predicament, we must go back to the Fall of 1986. The day, November 26. My world came crashing down around me this fatefull day. It was the day that I realized my Monolopoly of the UK Bus transit system was to be broken up, and deregulated. All the hard work I had put into my dream of becoming the United Kingdoms sole proprietor of Public transporation, was trashed by one swoop the the Queens scepter. Everything I knew and loved was torn from my proverbial bosom, stepped on, and kicked to the curb simply because of that ferrel Queen! Oh, How I curse her and everything she stands for! By my will, one day the universe will come crashing down around her, tearing at her with clawed hands of karma, pulling her towords the abyssal depths of hell where she wallows in the unholy filth of her own eidolons waste!