My story isn’t really a story. I’m a grown adult that has had a lot of opportunities to redeem myself for past digressions, disappointments, or otherwise just failures from my own spiritual core. I already digress. But also not really because there is inherently a point in this or that…

Chapter 0.3482: The Black Family II — (As in a sequel to something abandoned.) Mister Schwimmity-tang does a routine jig in front of the espresso machine, anticipating a nice buzz, foreshadowed by the hypnotic dance moves of tightly coordinated arm movements, in unpredictable yet highly stylized acrobatic patterns. He's got a nice Cuban wife there or some…