A swell guy, regardless
March 27, 2019
I spit in a tube last week.
My wife made me do it. She wants to know who I am.
I thought I knew, but perhaps who I think I am is just who I identify as and not who I really am, or is, or was.
Until recently I was unaware I had options.
Now, it seems, I can be all that I can be or want to be without ever joining the Army.
It’s my choice.
So I choose to self-identify as …
Who knows.
I can’t make up my mind.
The choices are overwhelming.
As much as I’d like to be a tall, muscled, young black man lighting it up in the NBA, adoring crowds chanting my name when I enter the arena, identify...
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