It's late late late for this late bloomer.

I have failed.

This is a sigh and a vent and a big what the fuck.

In my efforts to stay distracted- to fill the void your ridiculous absence created- I gave my time, energy, and love to others.

I have nothing to show for it.
I am hidden behind wigs and garments.
Photographs and laugh gags.

I'll just keep laying golden eggs I suppose.

People seem to like them.

My neck will eventually make a fine paté.