This is one where I revisit that time I drank too many Mad Elf.
This is about my therapist. He's imaginary.
This one is about a conversation I overheard at a bar in a mall.
This one is about my daughter making a shitball, my dreams about how bad my breath is, and a beer named Gina from Birerria in NYC.
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