You were only clearing your throat that day, weren't you Lord? Only warning me of what was to come. But it was enough. Blind as I had been, I saw the light that day. I sold my cars and began taking the bus to work. I cut up Mary's credit cards and put the villa on the market. As for my 'work', I suddenly saw through it, saw what a sick joke it truly was. After the quake, I could no longer fake interest in what particular combination of words would best help sell sugar-pumped breakfast cereals to borderline obese 6 to 10 year-olds in the fucking Midwest ....