OK, I am done with the radio altogether, Asshole.
Done.
Today was that Karen Carpenter song, Rock Star. Jen used to hum that to me all the time. Sang (badly) that line about falling in love before the second show. Shit. I’m not safe on any fucking channel. I ripped the thing out of my Humvee and chucked it into the ocean. Not my brightest shining moment, but fuck it felt good.
That’s not dwelling, Asshole, that’s just saving my fucking sanity.
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