My truck got stolen outside of a
Church and Im a pretty angry guy. However, I don’t like having outbursts in public. So I bottled up that rage. Now I wait for a random day for someone to not reply “how you doin” after I say hello first because this is Seattle and no one is polite
The chances of me being a father are slim but every night before they went to sleep we’d mosh our way to the bed to get the excess energy out and read Mao’s little red book to settle and reflect.