



If you must know, Watson, I’ve been feeling a little bit down of late. It’s the process of maintaining my sobriety. It’s repetitive. And it’s relentless. And above all, it’s tedious. When I left rehab, I… I accepted your influence. I committed to my recovery. And now, two years in, I find myself asking, is this it?
They want me to upload a photograph of myself with a shoe on my head. It is a ritual humiliation for the tribe.
Your romantic inclinations are not a flaw to be corrected. They’re a trait to be accepted. I know you, Watson.