failure...

The thought of waking up alone every day scares the crap out of me. Lying in a bed for two with only one there isn’t a beautiful future, something to dream about. Instead, it’s something to fear.

Yet, fear is easier.

And fear ends up in loneliness.

Or something like that.

I thought of all that while standing at a urinal in a Bojangles in Atlantic Beach, North Carolina. I didn’t eat anything while there, just took a pee. Eventually, it became a crap. So, I switched to the stall for that.

She wasn’t waiting outside for me when I was done. I’d figured taking a No. 1 and a No. 2, in separate bathrooms even, would lead to her being done before me. Nope.