Assholes in Nice Cars

This past weekend, my daughter and I were casually driving through the streets of Chicago, in search of snacks and turkey chops. Turkey Chops = Pork Chops – Pork + Turkey It was a pretty great day. Now, I’ve been on this positive train for a while now. I’m surprisingly really good at it, but…

I mean… Hi?

I never know how to begin these things. I feel like words should be flowing through my fingertips. Instead, I’m watching a cardinal outside of the window, listening to ASMR, and debating whether I’m having chicken or beef for dinner. Where the hell is the focus? It’s been years since I’ve written anything. I guess…