13.11.14. Funny what it takes to lurch into life. For some it's the 3 sharp slaps on the behind, a cry and they're off, for others a slow burn, pupating gradually within a carapace, till the moment is ready. For others it is the accidental spillage on a laboratory floor that gifts life, or the fusion of opposing particles, but this, my epiphany is driven by drupal. Or rather, the decay thereof. The Afterword is sleeping and I have free review tickets for a show. Do I hand them back and offer apology? Do I hell, welcome to Retropathology..............