By Charlie Melton
I write about what is foremost in my brain. Every time my noggin settles into my happy place of Pie Town, I get smacked back into reality by some medical issue. It’s like having a boss from a soul-sucking job that calls you whenever you finally start to rest. This soul-sucking job doesn’t pay. With every day of age we add it seems like medical issues add hours of work to us.
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