Taking bad situations and turning them into something better is not something I can do very easily. When life hands me lemons, it fucking rubs me the wrong way and chaps my ass. Like a sore left on a lip when it is bit, bad situations do not go away easily. I let it dwell and ferment and to the point that it molds and then I make the fucking lemonade. The sugars are probably more developed at this point anyways.