One year ago June, was our final doom, a chaotic ending I barely survived, financial crises besides betrayal of a kind I can scarcely discuss. I can be in the same room as you now, but brief moments only, I don’t look your way, a decade plus of broken trust and a crumbling of everything…

One of “Those” People

A very recent encounter inspired this. A) How is someone gonna comment on art being on your own wall? B) Don’t start talking about someone and label them “one of those people”. You could be talking to someone who is.