Pressure

I’m constipated, and I want to say some things before I go to the toilet. I want to talk about the pressure of it all. The vein on my forehead is visible from the other end of the dinner table. Back in the day, all it took was a banana, but now, things are different. The way things work is different. My life is different. Your life is different. We both got shit to deal with. Mostly me.

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