the morbs ii: it's fine (it's gonorrhea)
In which I deep dive into my food choices since the beginning of this project, and decide that maybe the real gonorrhea was the friends we made along the way.
One of my closest friends spent much of the fall with gonorrhea. He had kinds of gonorrhea I didn’t even know it was possible for a person to get. One manner of gonorrhea would be cured, and then, pow — he would be surprised by gonorrhea in some new, exciting manifestation. Gonorrhea was the theme of a long period of his life. Autumn, in Montreal. Gonorrhea season.
Stay with me, while I explain why I’m telling you this.