smashing through a door and then claiming someone tried to break in. get the repair for free. and for a moment you recognize your own insanity.
that kind of shit.
unrelated: how do i show you work in progress. it’s piles and piles of paper. writing. writing. writing. (holding you for a long time.) but you don’t want to be held. maybe in a____________when it’s cold and quiet and spacious. maybe then you will.