Echoes of the Garage

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“That cold feeling came back”

Some days feel colder than others.

📓 Saturday, April 25, 2026 — 8:06 p.m.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

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When I was a kid, I used to look at older people…

gray hair…

and think:

“They must be wise.”

I couldn’t wait to get there.

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I’m here now.

And I don’t feel wise.

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I feel like I’m still figuring it out.

And that frustrates me.

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I remember graduating high school.

1.32 GPA.

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I felt it back then.

That feeling.

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Cold.

Like something heavy dropping on my back.

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“No future.”

That’s what it felt like.

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And yesterday…

it came back.

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My cat got sick.

Because of a flea.

A flea.

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I forgot to give him his medication.

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5 a.m. emergency visit.

$212 just to be seen.

$1600 if I stayed.

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I waited for the regular vet.

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“His liver is irritated.”

“Did you give him flea medication?”

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“No.”

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I laughed it off.

At least I tried to.

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But when I got home…

and saw him still struggling…

even with the medication…

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that feeling came back.

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That same cold drop.

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And my mind went there.

Fast.

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“You’re not where you’re supposed to be.”

“You messed up your life.”

“You’re behind.”

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Sitting there in my chair…

I felt it again.

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All of it.

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Not being an artist yet.

Not having a family.

Still living in my parents’ garage.

Selling plastic bags.

Feeling alone.

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1 a.m.

He throws up again.

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Water this time.

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And I just sat there thinking:

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How did I get here?

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