She's right. The fight is stupid.
Aggression is so real and knotted and fueled by blood pumping and neurons firing and a whole lot of blinding that you figure if you could channel it into something less violent and more creative then maybe...
you would be Quentin Tarantino.
you would begin to levitate.
we'd all feel better about the future.
Today I am grateful for plenty of parking, plans for the porch, and a woman who seems to have to listen to me. I am grateful for her.
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