“I like to cook. Bottle things. I try to stay busy.” “You’re not busy enough?” I said. “You’ve got the petting zoo and the pizza thing and the pig side hustle. How busy do you need to be?” “I get depressed if I don’t have stuff to do,” he said. “Especially in the off-season.” I stopped to study him. “You feel depressed or actual depression?” “Actual depression,” he said, taking a bite. “Have you ever been to therapy?” I asked. “Every week,” he said. “Do you take meds?” “Never missed one dose. Do you always ask such invasive questions?” “Do you always answer them?” “I do if I’m not ashamed of
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