Essentially, it was as if I were living in a house that kept catching on fire but all I had ever tried to do was douse the flames. From there, I guess, the plan was to sit in this charred, smoke-damaged house and say, “Well, now everything is okay!” without having any intention of fixing the walls, patching the roof, or figuring out where the goddamn flames kept coming from in the first place. Friends, that’s just bad property management.
