BACKSTORY: Monday night. Bedtime. I go to tuck in Buddy Boy. His bed is empty. The house is quiet, except for some faint "crunching" sounds. I walk downstairs, turn the corner and see this:
Oh, there I am.
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So there’s this strange thing that happens to me where when I’m in a
depression it literally affects my sight. The deeper I get into a
depression the more ...
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