As I revel within the blue tranquility that the sea has offered me throughout my youthful indiscretions, my loves and love lost, my fears and triumphs, I find solace in the fact that at any moment some asshole is going to come along and suck me back into their reality…our reality.
On the other hand I could always just get up and leave this place and denounce them all as beneath me; but then I wouldn’t get to bask in the warm glow of accountability. I wouldn’t get to formulate these preconceived notions that are clearly based on 39 + years of carefully select case studies from across the globe.
The truth is that my wife and kids pour nothing but colorful rainbow sprinkles on this bitter shit sandwich that has become my staple. It’s like they are a constant reminder that the good of the world will triumph over the mutating strains of virus resistant duchebaggery.