A Lucky War
My Brain is chalked, it's scrambled eggs, and broken. If you read this please bare with me through the sporadic, unhinged, and uncontrolled thought process of any attempt to chain any sort of thought together that could entertain you. I wasn't going to write one this week, well I was, but it wasn't going to be as in-depth as most due to the fact I am fully at war with what I can only assume is a bad concoction of malaria, covid, and leprosy. Did I bring this disease that many people outside of me wouldn't survive because I didn't sleep an ounce this last weekend in Ashville because of Adderall and scheduling my flight back Sunday morning for 6am so I didn't go to bed Saturday night and just straight hopped on the red eye? Maybe. The point is I am 29 years old and the performance I had just put this last weekend was one for the ages, but due to age my week and brain are now fucked. When you combine the number of hot takes over a week I've spewed over 5 diff...