Ten Things I'm Scared to Lose
In the wake of this worldwide panic, I thought it might be good to talk about what I'm scared of (besides the world ending). Naming our fears makes them less scary.
Yellow crocs (again)
Any book on my shelf
My car before I can move to a city with stellar public transportation
My right arm in a shark attack even though I know sharks are amazing creatures but there’s this one bitch that has a taste for blood and he’s out the there the one day I want to learn how to surf — that bitch
My passport at the airport
The manuscript of anything I’ve ever written
My joie de vivre
My shit while in public
My shit while alone
My shit in general