Turns out, I’m an asshole.
I was in a coma in ’86 and came back from the black.
Not the same guy, but I came back.
The filters are blown away and I say what I think.
Asshole.
My wife and I call it, Radical Honesty.
Asshole.
People don’t like honesty. Not about them.
People don’t like it when it’s real and in their face.
There are few people who took the time to know me.
Love You.
