Everyone needs a hobby

Last year, when I was still with the Asshat with an Accent, we found ourselves walking through the park on a lovely spring day. The cherry blossoms were blooming. The grass was green. It was the perfect temperature, warm without being hot. The children just out of school and full of spring fever were playing all around us. We were holding hands, and he turned to me and said, “You know, I agree that it is cruel to kill children…on the other hand, you have to do something with them.”