Day Thirty-Eight

It's not abnormal behavior, as far as humans go, but it is strange for me. I used to have to fight my own instincts, my mind against body, but now I'm alligned on a level that I did not know existed. I'd like to blame it on her, because that's my standard operating procedure, but I won't. I think I've grown up. But don't get too worried, you who enjoy my reckless self-destructive streaks, I haven't grown up completely, I've just matured in an area that I never thought I'd grow in. Have I ripened? Fuck no, and I hope I never do, for the ripe fruit rots on the vine, I've just become drinkable--of an age some might find delightful, bold, yet innocent, subtle, nuances of unmanageability, a vintage most enjoyable.