Hi there. You might know me. I’m the person who makes you feel relieved because of how ridiculous I am. Compared to me, you’re all freakin’ geniuses. None of you will ever, and I mean *ever*, screw up as badly as I have, and will always be capable of.

So there, just remember that. In your times of sorrow, in your times of embarassment, in your times of lowest of the low, in the back of your mind just remember and think to yourself: “Ahhh, but it’s nothing compared to that guy…”

I know this. I know this!  I probably carry a recessive gene from our early eras that just happened to get switched on, despite it barely being human. Maybe it happened from falling out of too many trees while my brain was still forming. Don’t know. I’m probably now just one RNA switch from having an extra set of teeth. Or gills. (Which would be fantastic.)

Back to Coronado just as NYC heats up.

Train it out, sew it up, go again.

Thrive: Verb 1.  To grow or develop well and vigorously…

VIGOR, babies!