A year, really? That’s a bit… unsettling. I’ll admit, that last one was a doozy, but I didn’t think it was so good it should stand alone for a year. What hubris.
Speaking of hubris, my therapist and I were talking about my aspirations and my peculiarities and how they’re tied together. She encouraged me to get back to writing. You know, all those political opinion pieces from the last… decade and more that you didn’t read? Yeah, more of those. She thinks it might help just to put it down “on paper”.

So… here we are. Y’all ready for this. *electronic keyboard played by dead eyed female*

No apologies, 2 unlimited. You had it coming.