Fancy seeing you here. Like my entire life living with depression, just when I thought I had outrun you until you were no longer visible in my rearview mirror, it turns out you were hiding in my blind spot the whole time. Like a cockroach after a Nico Harrison and Miriam Adelson induced cold war that our society is on pace to face in the next four years, you’ve found a way to not only survive, but thrive.
We sure do go back, though.
You were there at the very beginnings of my round ball observation. Calendar year 2000.