I don’t like when someone tries to hold my hand.
Particularly, the government.
Or really, anyone that makes it his or her business that I mind my own.
Recent news stories wormed their way into my head the last few weeks, stories that continue to irritate me like bug bites that just won’t stop itching.
For example, New York. My birthplace. The land of sea salt air and sand and the most delicious pizza you’ve ever tasted.