The day after my daughter posted her daddy’s picture on Facebook and I was so upset, I’m suddenly over it. Was it because of help from my buddy Ativan or help from my buddy Time?
I hate Time, btw. So arrogant. So stoic and regulated. So all, “ruler of the universe, ” going around healing shit whenever it’s damn good and ready.
FUCK YOU TIME!
…and thanks for taking the pain away so quickly…