Court lost the session, won $200, diagnosed my dating life, and expressed archaeological surprise that I used to be ripped.
Rachel and I are on a break, which makes the women comment technically admissible, spiritually premature, and exactly the kind of thing a man says after backing into the only profit center on the table.
Current status: statistically possible.
But the witness is a man who lost money, gained $200 by divine exception, and sells calm for a living. The court will hear the statement, then discount it for table position.
Said like he had just carbon-dated a hoodie.
There are ruins beneath this civilization, Court. Some men have temples. Some men have old photos and shoulder mobility debt.
Lose the war. Win the monastery gift shop.
The $200 was not profit. It was the universe handing Court a participation mala so he could drive home spiritually even.
The light in me honors the light in Court, especially the part briefly illuminated by the high-hand board.