I just sat down to write when I got a call from my mother. She fell again, backwards, and hit her head. I need to go over and sit with her and see if she has a concussion. She probably does. The question is whether she starts getting goofy/sleepy. Can't let a person with a concussion sleep, I think.
Shit's always getting real. The real isn't always so good. Mostly, I think, it isn't. Shit, piss, fuck, goddamn.
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