I mean this lovingly (for the most part). It’s dear ol' dad who taught me to be attentive, going through life with a corkscrew of feeling that empathy or desire might turn into pain at any moment, and to stay ready if necessary to get to a point in that process . . . . and . . . turn: “Fuck. This.”
For dad: My favorite song on the radio these days.
The last time I glanced at that Timberlake brat, he seemed still so short of puberty that he was positively clammy in his hairlessness. So I’m giving all the credit for the tune to Cameron. And let that stand as a lesson for what an (‘older’) woman can do for you, provided you can hold her thought.
“Fuck. This.” 9.2006
