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I used to think hitting rock bottom meant something dramatic. Jail. Divorce. Waking up in a gas station bathroom with a busted lip and no shoes. But the real kind of hell isn’t always loud. It’s subtle. It’s ordinary. It’s sitting in your own living room surrounded by things you chose, wondering how the hell…
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You ever try to buy concert tickets lately? It’s like applying for a mortgage… but with less honesty and more fees. Back in the day, music was about heartbreak, rebellion, and doing drugs in a field. Now it’s about premium VIP ultra-platinum verified resale access to see a man who used to sleep in his…
Im not sure why. Though I’m sure it’s trauma adjacent. For me, releasing things to the universe feels a lot like uncupping my balls while standing naked in front of a pissed off pit bull. You just hope she sees it as a sign of peace, not an invitation to take a wee nibble. Eventually…