Climbing the walls

Life lately has been a lot like when they lock you in the rubber room at the insane asylum except the walls are made of beautiful naked ladies not rubber, and when you go to climb the walls they are all covered with oil so you keep slipping back down to the floor, and the floor is made of ugly naked ladies.

A lot, I say “a lot,” in fact that’s exactly what it’s been like.

Three dreams have come true for me this summer: I rode my bike from D

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