The United State of Disgrace.

The predictable effect of the combination of intensive cacao and sumatriptan had driven me to the mud room. Clock said 7:30 pm (8:30 in real time/why change it, now?). With resolute intent, I tore up the east corner of its push broom, straight broom, inherited outsized jean jacket, step ladder, white garden picket fencing panels, tree branch pole cutter, basket of citronella, bag of broken glass, sack for Goodwill, tin sprinkling can, wire hangers, stained sofa cushion slipcover, feral cat infested throw rug, broken plastic trash can filled with aluminum freezer wraps, old DNK winter boots, treadless…