time is tricky. you have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. and then you can get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.
happy birthday, kimball.
happy birthday, uncle mike.
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How was my trip? I wish I could sit here and say “it was fantastic” or “it was sooo good” or even simply “it was nice.” But I can’t. The only response that feels right right now is that my trip was weird.
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Really, really weird.
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I think it’s only fitting then that one of the best meals I had while I was away just so happened to be at Weird Fish in The Mission where for just a little while it didn’t feel so weird to be me. Obviously, I understand if you want to ask why (and I will definitely explain if you do), but the details are messy and uncomfortable and stale so for now this will just have to do.