Too Sharp

"Hunt, you're so sharp you'll cut yourself."

My mother – yes, I had one – used to say that, usually after I outwitted her in negotiations to secure an increase in my funding. Excuse me, I mean my allowance.

My father - yes my parents were married - my father on the other hand was more direct.

"You're too smart for your own good, boy."

I never believed that of course. Surely the smarter a man was the more good it did him?

Now I believe it.

The A-Team. I was so sure I could handle them. Naturally I can outwit them, just as I could my mother. But I can't predict them. Worse, I can't control them. They do things for unfathomable reasons. They have no concept of discretion. They question and defy me. Even Santana, who couldn't outwit a used coffee filter, and who I thought would dance to my tune for as long as I wanted; even he has been… contaminated by them.

I made, shall we say, an error in judgement. Yes, I'm smart enough to see that. Now I must decide, how do I fix it?

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