092/365 11/21/2025

Never share the real, big secrets first. This should go without saying, but you’d be surprised. Some people, the real, big secrets sit inside them threatening to burst them open from the inside out. One time, a guy confessed to me he had a thing for chickens. We were on a bus! Just small chit-chat and then the chicken bomb. Weird thing? He wanted to assure me he never ate the ones he fucked. Nor did he give them to anyone else. The sex chickens received a nice, dignified burial in a wooded glade outside of town. Those are his words. “Wooded glade.” 

People share their shit with me all the time. I guess I have that kind of face.