During the solar eclipse this week, I achieved a sort of moral clarity that few men can dream of—even in various temporal states of nut. As we watched, eyes naked, expectant under the path of totality, fellas shotgunning Busch Light and setting off fireworks as the sky approached pure darkness, as all this human beauty overwhelmed my senses, as it all began to clarify—I realized the error of my ways. I have been holding onto so much resentment. There are so many people I must forgive, so many people whom I have loathed for nary a good reason!
I also get randomly angry when I see Peter Vack onscreen, can't figure it out