I miss the small things. Driving down the street with the radio blaring, not a care in the world. Oh sure, I was dealing with important issues then but they didn’t involve caring for two humans who would sit in their own poop and starve to death without my help. If Monica From Ten Years Ago didn’t feel like getting up, she stayed in bed all day. Such luxury! Such freedom! It was mind blowing to comprehend all that freedom I had at my fingertips and, most of the time, I squandered it. It's what I'm babbling about today.
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