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📓 Thursday, December 18, 2025 — 9:56 p.m.
Today was a day of unintentional quality time with my dad.
L.A. lawmakers decided plastic bags have to be replaced by paper bags — trying to help the whole world. Meanwhile, I’m driving around in my red Mazda, burning fuel, making smog… probably not exactly saving the environment.
We had to get samples. One of the sample bags even had this graphic message on it—trying to “save the world one bag at a time.”
In the past, I wouldn’t have been excited to ride with my dad anywhere, because that shit can get hostile quick. Say the wrong thing, trigger him, and suddenly it’s control… control the conversation… establish hierarchy.
How did the day end? After we got the paper bag samples, me and my dad split up and did our own deliveries.
I ate El Pollo Loco around 6:15 p.m. Took a 90-minute break. Then I went to the gym to hit chest and shoulders.
And while bench pressing, the weight might’ve been too much for tonight. I was tired from a long day. I lay under the bar and didn’t even feel bad—I felt good. Brought it down. Still felt good.
Then I tried to press it up and nah… my left arm wasn’t having it.
That shit smacked the side of my head.
I kept working out anyway, but I wanted to laugh while people asked me if I was cool.
Question: Do you ever catch yourself living inside a contradiction and just… keep moving anyway?
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