this morning #467.

this morning, his inside voice was not his weapon of choice for dealing with his feelings. shrill sentiments spewed forth from deep down in his darker regions. everyone backed off as his breathing accelerated to the point where he had to take a seat & take a good, long drink of water, bring his heart rate back down to a place where there wasn’t any cause for concern. he was “sick of all this shit.” all these questions. inquiries into his state of mind with more inquires embedded in them. when he first left the apartment, he didn’t expect a spanish inquisition. NOBODY expects a spanish inquisition. still, if he wanted them to correctly customize his order, he’d need to provide some answers.