I had a shake at a restaurant yesterday. It was 5.95. It wasn’t any good. The waitress came by and said, “aren’t our shakes just amazing??” and I lied and said, “Oh, just amazing.”

And then I was taking a shower the next morning and I was longing for the water to just stay and caress me, I needed it. But every drop just nicked me and then proceeded to fall to the ground.

And I touched my scar on my ankle—and it still hurt. After all these years, the wound is still hurting me.