On September 30th, 2024, I was riding my Genuine Buddy 50 scooter down 17th Street while proudly listening to the debut episode of my new radio show. Along the way, I narrowly swerved to avoid what turned out to be a very large dildo in the middle of the road.
Had I hit the silicone phallus, I very well could have lost control and slammed straight into the Hyundai Sonata next to me. This would not only have led to an undesirable epitaph, but I would have passed away in the midst of a horrible rut.
You see, this unique reminder of my mortality was just another flake in a snowballing spell of gloom. Throughout 2024, I experienced the loss of my dream job, a brutal and discouraging period of unemployment, and the painful disintegration of a meaningful relationship. The year was an exhausting exercise of trying my hardest and failing miserably.
This all culminated in a massive depressive episode, the worst I’ve ever experienced. For about a month that seemed like an eternity, I had trouble e…
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