
The Second Are Gold
I was a mess but I chose friends well
I'm currently writing about stuff I'm supposed to keep secret
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I was a mess but I chose friends well

I was faced with a horrible conundrum!

I'm identifying with the wrong archetype I think

I have a few

I was a late-bloomer dating a 27-year-old bass player whose every utterance I was committed to overanalyzing. I didn't exactly have time for academic rigor!
Ick, I never wanted to write this

I'm at the age where people think about wrapping it up. How is it I feel like I'm still just starting?

Two things: 1) it's not like I could do it while they were alive and 2) The Tik Tokers who say you just need a Tylenol and it doesn’t hurt are LYING

I got to meet someone I had been a huge fan of

It's not exactly hummers galore

Here we go again maybe

Out of six possible angry bulldogs, how many did I receive?

As I was writing this I suddenly remembered the last time I told this story was when I wrote about My Dinner With Adam Carolla. I remembered pushing publish from the hospital room where my mom was dying. In the year since, I’ve struggled to return to this story. I have touched on my experience on The Adam Carolla Show

WHAT DOES IT MEAN (plus a recurring Adam dream)

SO MUCH TO DO

I'm sorry but did someone set me on fire?

"What do I think of her? I don't think of her," is how I heard it.

"As I entered the room, everyone got quiet"

This is something I said countless times.

I'm back! Did you miss me?