I was 23 years old when I returned home to Lansing, Michigan after two tours of duty in Afghanistan.
I came back to find my wife was with another man. It had been over a year. Together they had spent all my savings.
He seemed to feel a little guilty about it when they broke the news to me at the doorstep – but she didn’t.
So I bought an ounce of weed off him and took my things to a motel on the other side of town. I played the classic rock station on my transistor radio and got as high as humanly possible for two weeks.
I thought about how the same 50 songs have been playing on repeat my entire life. Whenever I wanted to listen to them, they were playing already. They would probably be playing long after I was gone, maybe after everyone is gone.