Addendum.

Sometimes, I feel so trashy.

“He has children in the room from fucking his wife’s pussy, and here he is turning around and looking at some random waiter guy?”.

But, that’s really what was going on there, and if you didn’t notice it, you have part of your brain left out, and if you don’t want to talk about it, you’re simply avoiding reality.

Sometimes life really is just genuinely trashy like that, for those who have eyes to see.

Like, he humped his wife and inseminated her and her pussy and her womb and that kid who came out of it are all just there in that room with him, but he’s thinking about some rando dick.

Like, that’s really the essence of that situation, to the point where no other description even seems possible.

Just so trashy.