Shitfire Formica!

Once when I was five years old I was introduced to a man. I don't remember his name or exactly what he looked like, but I do remember what he said to me. "Justify your existence."

I didn't know what the hell he was babbling about. No clue. I was five. I can only imagine now what I was thinking then. I probably thought about it and came to the conclusion that I was the new owner of a "zistance" (whatever that might be) and got excited wanting to play with it. And maybe wanted to know what he was going to "just if I" (justify) it. It was mine and I'm sure I didn't want him doing anything with it. Hell, I just found out I had it, whatever it was.

Through the years I thought little of ...