You’re doing it wrong

Sometimes to hide and or otherwise combat the darkness that engulfs my being, causing me to be cynical, mean spirited and generally dead inside, I’ll say something grossly cheerful and syrupy like a Wal-Mart greeter that is trying too hard because they just want to bond with humans during the day after not knowing what to do with themselves anymore ever since Winston died and the kids started calling so infrequently.

I sent this pleasant little text message to Anna from my computer and got this pleasant little reply…