Dugout
Living: Consecutive Substack Story 1022
The hot sauce went into the ranch dressing in a spiral, he always did it that way, blood red vortex over stark white.
His life was terror, man, in a way he didn’t-couldn’t-ever explain.
Part of his whole persona was peace, and at peace, ease, and at ease.
Effortless cool, it ran in the family.
