Good Grief

Despite everything currently being the goddamn worst, I'm still always just one warm hug away from blindsided T-bone we all dead. Never warranted, always absurd. When the work nonsense subsides, home explodes. Once the house fire is put out, dead people return from the grave. Get them delivered back to the grave, idle mind existential crisis. Then work again. Turns out, everything is a trigger. My…