Batmish, it’s time. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. DAMN IT.

I’ve summoned my skeletons, and they’ve appeared. …But the rest is up to me. I have to enter the fray. Fuuuuck. I was Dad’s signature. Always. In the end I was technically his signature. The signer on all his accounts. Because I took care of him. When he wanted to shuffle cash from one card…

I was not always called Serene

I was not always called Serene, although it is my legal name. For the first five years of my life I was Tami. This is the name I first heard myself called; it is the name I first learned to write.

Finally tackling the damn “DON’T” dance

Not so fucking easy and with the nerve damage there’s a bunch I have to change up; god, I realize now how deceptively easy it looks, but it is not. So, yeah, I need some kind of challenge to make me work. And Beyoncé isn’t doing it anymore and isn’t practical.     (follow up quickie non-dancer aside)

How Serene Gets Distracted (it’s for the best in this case)

Went from James Brown to of course, the rip-off evolutions – Michael Jackson/Elvis Presley down through what is still the now only intimidating dance in my existence, Ed Sheeran’s official “Don’t” video and somehow still end up at a video with no dancing in it at all. Yet I think it’s worth it. (I still have to…

Do you see it?

DO YOU SEE IT? LOOK CLOSER it’s been there all along I’ve been there all along all you have to do is SEE