It has to do with me being an asshole. Can’t deny it, although pretending it wasn’t there has been the norm. Even the Angel of the North said I was an asshole, so, you know.
Anyway, at approximately 2:30pm today, one of the hard, tangible results of my assholism, one about fifteen years old, was repaired. Nicely.
Professionally, even, for a reasonable amount less than $200.00.
The reason for it’s existence is, like me, foul.
Sobbing is occasionally erupting.