When is Enough, Enough?

“i can’t help you fix yourself, but at least i can say i tried”

That time, at a fancy yacht club around the Finger Lakes, New York, that I fell asleep after one pudding shot, at a Welcome Party celebrating a days long wedding of people I had never met. My niece took video of me snoring WITH MY OWN PHONE while conversations happened all around me.

Click below if you want to hear me read this essay to you.

Don’t mind the static. I’ll figure it out by Thursday.