Woke up taking a mental inventory of the women I have been involved with throughout my life. The account of the sparseness and brevity of each relationship is sobering. Calendar dates are fuzzy, but the dating sticks in my mind; so infrequent, they’re like oases in the desert.

Taking inventory is a depressing activity, and I don’t recommend it to anybody.

Published by Shawn

He's just this guy, you know?