You Will Run Out of Time
A pep talk, of sorts.
The first thing to go was my dignity. It’s Summer ’16, and I had gotten drunk at a Fourth of July BBQ and embarrassed the hell out of myself and the woman I was dating at the time, and I don’t believe she ever looked at me the same way again. That was a warmup.
Days later, I’d tweeted something that’s only grown more true with time but something I really…