this morning #1230.

this morning, i guess i was guilty of something. i feel silly saying this but it’s not my fault alone that things turned out the way they did. look. it’s like this. the first time that i crossed paths with the twins, it was back in ‘83. a day at the beach with my parents. they introduced themselves by sauntering up & offering unsolicited advice about how to improve my sand castle skills. no names. not at first. instead, they just inserted themselves into my project. twisted it to fit their desires. i didn’t mind. i’d never met a set of twins. that dynamic has remained between us up until this very day. it’s what happened in this case. they’re guilty. i’m guilty. i mean, in the end, we’re all guilty of something, right?