Progress, I got it!

Okay, so book update: 5 chapters in and I've covered my current self, the tenacity of my being the the repetition of history, and my childhood (mostly). I think the next chapter should be on the ever-changing definition of self.

Aside from that, this book has been like smoking weed with all my past selves.

There's little 5 year old me toking on a fat blunt in nothing but Ninja Turtle underwear.

In the corner is confused, hormone-ridden pre-teen self almost refusing a bong hit.

And who would bust through the door wearing red chucks and a business suit than future self with a pound of weed and enough rolling papers to make a post-it note jealous (I know it doesn't make sense, but let's see you try to make an analogy for large amounts of paper)

*(I suppose I could have said enough paper to make a tree cringe, but who really reads this anyway?)*

More on shit as shit happens.

_L The Diehl.