P.S. Things will never stay the way you want them to. Life moves on. It's good at that. Almost unbearably so. Sometimes, all it seems...

P.S. An infestation came at the height of this summer, just as it was always bound to...

P.S. If I were a horse, they'd have shot me by now. It's as true as true is plain. The framework of my body is failing too soon, Roman...