this morning #166.

this morning, thankfully there was still reason to give thanks. as for fucks, he couldn’t give a single one. there used to be a time when he did, when his life was stable, when his feet glided along the thin ice of a reality frozen in place. we were way beyond that. as a result, he was chilling in bed with a beer & a godfather marathon instead of relaxing in his in-laws’ living room focused on football. his in-laws could go fuck themselves for all he cared. with all their underhanded actions, he was thankful that they were out of his life. let his wife deal with their hate.. he was thankful that he didn’t have to deal with accusations anymore. there was more to life than making peace with devils.