If you’re reading this, it’s too late.


My homie and I have a theory. It’s a “loose” theory. We‘ve been trying to figure out what happens next. What can we expect out of our “next life.” I, for some traumatized reason, think that we’ll have jobs in our next lives based on how we’ve lived this one. That thought pisses me da fuck off. Oh please, oh please, oh pleaseeeee don’t let it be the service industry. He thinks he’ll be an “Tony Bourdain.” I don’t want to hurt his feelings. At this rate, I’ll probably have multiple jobs.😩😭 In the meantime, I’ll do what I can to change my trajectory. If I do enough now, maybe I’ll only need a PT gig.