What You Find in the Most Fucked Up of Places
This is not the post I had planned to write tonight. Fuck, it’s not a post I had planned to write ever. Most of the friends I’ve had for years only know pieces of what I’m about to say. This is not some manipulative gimmick to titillate readers and get more hits. I don’t give a fuck about what my stats are. This is the story I have to tell tonight, while the emotion is here and the courage hasn’t disappeared–even if I end up taking it down tomorrow and never mentioning it again.
