Sometimes Life starts handing us choices we are none too ready to make... and some choices should never have to be made at all. Here's a story originally written for a 500 word flash-fiction from a prompt that has taken on a life of its own, and now actually DEMANDS its own presentation in a length of its OWN choosing. Seems I have Hobson's choice in the matter! Warning: Profanity from 'Chapter Four: But Why Me?' Jake insisted his thoughts were his own... I'm just the scribe -what could I say?