You're not like me. Not at all. Not the same class, not the same style, not the same age. We don't wear the same clothes, we don't speak the same way, we don't share the same beliefs.

We 're not alike, you know. Not alike at all.

So how did we end up such intimates? How did this one event seize us and bind us one to the other? Who exiled us, drove us from a place we never knew was blessed? Not until we found ourselves here. Here where it hurts to breathe, where simply waking is worse than nightmares used to be.

We're decent people, most of us. But there are bad ones too. It's not like it's a reward, or a punishment either.

It's what happened.

Justice doesn't figure in. Don't ever try to believe it does.

It's what happened, and here we are, each bearing its stamp, each one a member of the club. What can we do then but gather, and embrace, and sit down together to our awful meal?