this morning #1200.

this morning, upon further inspection, i’ve found that the foundation of our home has a slowly-growing fracture. i’m not speaking of a break in the concrete that holds the structure up. this is about an issue much more foundational. a metaphorical schism down the middle of civility. it all started because i’m trying to change the way the world sees me. she simply refuses to accept my new, true identity. i finally know who i am. i’m now a man who knows he needs his weed. medical, of course. doctor’s orders. for my sanity. for my back. for god’s sake. overall, i feel much better. she’s getting a highly evolved version of me. that should be the main takeaway here.