It does little to no good to rub away fog, swirls or swipes, matters not. So there I am looking at myself look at myself, with neither party really enjoying the task at hand. After a final squeeze, I lock the door on the way out. Among the freaks and spoons, I enter the world. I turn back to make sure I locked the door.
Life certainly is a bitch.
We make it better. This entry has faded away.