Real Filth

Pay attention to detail, and be pathologically grateful for what you have.

I don’t feel much like writing this morning. Yesterday, I found out my best friend (the sterile 2^nd Engineer Atheist from last week’s ferry trip, who was my best man at my wedding, and my closest friend through high school), has suffered a massive heart attack. At 38 years old, he was unconvinced by the clot shot, but severely distressed by the regulato…