So you read my work...
There are occasions when I feel that my father’s family and friends, or as I like to call them The Horde of Tactless Automatons, can sense that I am experiencing various forms of distress. They can go for years without attempting to contact me, but the moment I am in pain their fingertips start to itch. But first, some much-needed scene setting and exposition. On this occasion, I was trying to navigate my way out of a three-month depressive episode that was the result of argu
