Over the weekend, I was talking to the soldier:

“I’m still making astrology videos,” I said. “I think I’ve made ten of them and I just feel really good.”

“I sure wish I could see, P. I want to see those things! But I guess it’s just as well because I know I’ll be jealous as hell when I do. I’ll be fuming. I’ll be mad as hell need to go for a walk!”

“Yeah, I think you will go nuts. Sorry about that.”

“No problem, P. I know you need to do this. I know it. This is in you and it has to come out like sweat.”

“Did you say sweat?” I was flabbergasted.

“Sweat, P. This is your sweat, it has no choice but to come out.”

What is in you like sweat?