You’re born alone and you die alone

I can’t get that phrase out of my head.

Oh how embarrassing. You caught me mid-frolic through some woods.

I’m feeling strange, strange, strange. Sitting outside on a playground typing on my Mac, watching some 20something bro-buds playing a friendly game of dusk-fading basketball. That’s how you do it, you know, is you keep in shape through play not work. Find some game you love, where you get …