My own headspace. My own inability to get out of what seems to “help”. It’s habitual. Like a drug. He’s a drug I can’t escape. My heroin.
My life. My wife.
Lou. He’s your bard.
Sweet irony…
My own headspace. My own inability to get out of what seems to “help”. It’s habitual. Like a drug. He’s a drug I can’t escape. My heroin.
My life. My wife.
Lou. He’s your bard.
Sweet irony…
