Fully Aware of the Consequences

Can you ever be fully aware of the consequences?
Do we just say we're fully aware of the consequences as
an effort to empahsize that we're completely giving up
and subtley asking the hand of justice for consideration?

I posed this question to a well respected Novelist.
His response?
" I don't quite know."

Like Sam the Butcher Bringing Alice the Meat

I just spent $14 on a Rib-eye steak at this joint in Margate that rivaled even Ruth Chris in quality, taste, and flavor.

Sat at the bar, drank Heineken that was just about ready to freeze. I watched Sportscenter, and then left.

Hard to remember the last time a steak tasted that good. Somewhere along the way all the places that had awesome steaks went cheapo or something. Even Kelly's in Neptune (world famous for their Steak n' Eggs / Bloody Mary / College Basketball Sunday Brunch) seems to have substituted what used to be a great cut of meat with something seemingly less in quality. Perhaps they change purveyor? Maybe the USDA instituted some whacky new guidelines that prevent us from getting food like we used to? Could it be preservatives?

Either way, it took a $14 dollar steak at this little dive joint in a deserted beach town to remind me of what they're supposed to taste like.