If only...

The lattice work of indefinites were working overtime. I was no longer as confident as I was when we were intorduced. I thought you made perfect sense. But you were listnening to me none the less.  And I thought I was making perfect sense to you until you said "huh?" It was all downhill from there. Damn.

self-pity? (think of a better title please...)

Had it been any clearer, it would have solved everything that was troubling young Mr. Bufford. Truly the coin was god. It was either one or the other. Heads or tails. Only when it came out heads did Mr. Bufford question god. "Why is god against me?" he thought.