Look under there. Take your time to find the humor in asking why and the asking of “under where?” We’ve all been there; it’s alright. Take it as a sign you’re fucking up. “When in doubt, pinky out,” and “when in Rome...” You know, all of that. It’s so wonderfully contrived. It was so funny, I didn’t even cry. I should have. Remember when you called for me and all you got was air? I was lying when I said (and this is so pathetic) I was fine, and I fell for it. I wish I had remembered where I’d been that glorious November. Well, we’ve all seen God in our time, like in the backseat of a van underneath an old sweater. And now we’ve all seen God in our time. I am that I am.