I’m sitting here watching the Minions and eating shitty Pizza Hut with my son.

My mom is in the hospital 3 hours away.

And I’m thinking about work. Piling up. Stuff not getting finished.

America. You are a fucking shit stick. For ingraining that in me. And I’m smarter. But obviously, not.

Work hard!

Fuck all that.

I know this. But I’m trained. It takes years of behavior modification to get rid of it

I’m almost 52. Time. Time Time. Ticking in my head.

I’d rather be Dick Hell than Anthrax.

Like time sublimely silences the whys.

Love you mom.