OK, so … I have this fear. I have many fears, but right this second, I’m thinking about this fear.
And that is, that I end this whole ordeal looking like a featherless chicken who’s gone off the deep end.
I mean, we know I’ve already gone off the deep end. But, we don’t know that I might not fly the coop in a lawless featherless flurry, roosting on some bar stool while pecking people and clucking, “Try the fries! Try the fries! Bak-bak-bak-bak-bak!”
No. Not right.
Just wrong. So beautifully wrong.