There is a personal essay that could be written connecting my recent journey to the oral surgeon to deal with an emergent situation and subsequent prescription of hydrocodone, my journey to health by stripping most opiate-acting foods from my diet, and the larger obesity crisis in America. It could probably be a really interesting piece about systemic brokenness and the potential for healing.

You will not read that piece now.

Why?

Because I’m on hydrocodone, and hydrocodone makes me stupid.

Thank you, and goodnight.