so i’m always kind of on the lookout because as long as i can kind of keep that little bit of distance it feels like whatever i have is more protected. this is why we’re here. what am i doing inside this old man’s body? we don’t get to have the good without the grief. until the challenge of what yet may be serves up a better plate than that of stale, past pursuits. i trained him to go potty outside by crate training him. or when i felt the roof was caving in over my head and i had to escape. 