So a few years ago, when we had a house of our own, I used to say that what I wanted more than anything was to live out of a suitcase and spend my time writing*. Well, the Kid and I have certainly done that for the last year or so, and lemme tell you, it’s way less romantic than I imagined.

I don’t believe in god or kharma or magical forces of any kind, but every now and then I have to look at the order of the universe and go “What the fuckity fuck kind of sick joke is this?”

*What I actually used to say is- I want to travel around the world, living out of a suitcase, and getting to yell at people for a living.