at this point in my life, i’m sick of people asking me what i’m going to do with it. nothing, nothing. none of your onconcnern.

stop asking me what i’m going to do. i reject the premise of your question. what i’m worried about right now is what i’m doing right now. let’s leave it at that, shall we?

the worst is done. my head falls backward and i look up. my brain pulled down through my occiput. blue sky orange clouds right to left. smoke out of the chimney of the building across the street.