The Sperg Box

I don’t rightly know what I think to gain from writing this. In part, it’s to form a solid memory of the last few days, a week and a half all told, of my life. (A week which saw a new life come into the world.) Writing is cathartic, when properly applied. I also know I am not the only one who stands to gain from writing or reading. Perhaps others might benefit from my experience. Others still enjoy such stories. With that in mind, this is a very personal draft, a divergence from my normal faire of writing. Hopefully it finds its way into the mind of someone it could benefit.

It all started about a week and a half from the writing of this little ditty. I had been working a gig out in the sticks. Been framing “grow” rooms for a veteran, here I come home from…

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