….but you knew that already. I’m sitting in my chair looking at the debris field that trails my life. Fortunately the only broken person still alive is me.

And I can handle me. At least I give me to God.

I don’t have it in me to seduce my wife, all The Waltons and sweet iced tea. The cotton Jockey Granny panties/briefs hold no allure. I will not rape her while she sleeps.

So the conundrum percolates a little longer, like The Yellowstone super volcano.