Taking bad situations and turning them into
something better is not something I can do very easily. When life hands me lemons,
it fucking rubs me the wrong way and chaps my ass. Like a sore left on a lip
when it is bit, bad situations do not go away easily. I let it dwell and ferment and to the point
that it molds and then I make the fucking lemonade. The sugars are probably
more developed at this point anyways.
