That fateful night, the child lay upon the road, broken.
Why did you have to walk that way so late, so young man?
Why did you have to be so foolish?
Disillusioned and embittered by his parent's words, the child was broken physically, broken mentally.
The men in white placed him in the rolling chairs, how he laughed!
How he laughed!
And so he lived what remained of his life. One day fate smiled upon the child, and so he came upon the implement of his destruction, decision! Decisions!
The outcome was not certain - Pro captu lectoris, habent sua fata libelli