sNaKEs aNd LaDdeRs

I had a bet with Mr. D the other day.

It was a partly spur-of-the-moment decision, as well as some devil-may-care plotting.

You know like how you kind of know something is right or wrong by this feeling in your guts? And I took the gamble.

Throw the dice. One turn to climb up the ladders, another to slide down the snakes. And you throw the dice again, and again, and again, and again. Why does it always seem that there are too many snakes and not enough ladders?

The stakes were high. Your life, or mine?

And I want to tell Mr. D. No. Stop. Go away.