Laughter is important. Laughter, someone I forgot about dimensionally a long long time ago said, is the highway out of madness. Not into it.
I remember scraping through the wooden slats of the pallet in the men’s room of a shit bar on Decatur street. Having that moment of realization, a chrysalis opening up inside, and knowing, all of a sudden, I could just stand up and walk out of there and leave it the fuck behind. And then shaking my head and laughing, because, no I wasn’t going anywhere.
And I was going to laugh until I fished whatever it was out of the dirty water beneath that rotten, wooden, palette and then I was going to keep on laughing.