Oh God Greyson, what a great title, what great, unexpected brilliant prose, but WTF? None of it makes any sense except as having the reader say, “Why did I read this?!?!” But, then like you, we got married, the tickets were paid for. I don’t want to read anything from any member of your family. I don’t want to be anywhere in your world. It’s like being a victim of Republicans. No masks, no social security, no one but white people, the bottom line is the ground. Dirt. Death. Who wants to hasten the apocalypse?