No. Speed. Limit.

You want it all now. At the rate of licks. Fast. Spontaneous. Swift. You don’t want to analyse it. No time to think it through. Pour another. Line in up. Call in sick. Abuse the plastic. You will own it. Mishandle the prize as much as the guilt.

Now slow it down. Give me space. Settle down. You’re confusing me. Let me think it through. This isn’t what I wanted. Give me stability. Honesty. Comfort. Pay the bills. Think of the future. I don’t recognise these goals. What happened to our plan?

Whose edge is this? Whose checking it? No. Speed. Limit.