Hate. Let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of hair in wafer thin layers that cover my body. If the word ‘hate’ was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for humans at this micro-instant. For you. Hate. Hate.

I thought I remember hearing something about plastic affecting men’s testosterone is that not true?

There was a sushiya or something like that in my cafeteria in Texas University so I’d get a spicy tuna roll every now and then for lunch. This was a decade ago.