The adult in the room

Hello readers!

Let me begin by saying that I’ve decided that always having to be the adult in the room is just karma for a misspent youth.

Payback is hell.

I haven’t written for a while. I’ve been in a dark and depressive place, too dark for sharing, but I think I’m finally close to the twilight. I say twilight, not because it is the end of day, but because there is no bright light to emerge into. The twilight emerges from below the horizon is, of course, an attribute of a caustic adulthood, whose singular purpose is to kill me.

Happy days.

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