a chorus of friendly voices chiming “relax, it’s happy hour”

a scratch like a smile

something longer than a quip and maybe a little more authentic

6-antennas & some tiny solar cells, way-way-way up there

"world famous"

practice in the mirror, conversations in your head, arguments you'll only win in the shower days later

four year cycles

rug burn

a lot of “secrets”

bets you've placed against yourself