What Am I?
Twenty-twenty has been quite the whirlwind. Let me tell you all about it. My wife and I decided right after the previous Thanksgiving to do a trial separation. We were working out all of those arrangements and then BAM. March rolls around with a pandemic. It's been a fucking mess to say the least. We still separated and I got my own spot. A tiny one-bedroom apartment. The kids see me as often as they want. Ah, my bad. I'm Calvin Riggins. Forty years old. Peanut butter brown complexion. Two kids. Boy and a girl. Married for ten years. Waiting on divorce decree to be finalized now. Jennifer and I tried to make it work, but we grew apart. I'm a mechanical engineer for an automotive supplier. Look, I don't mean to bore you with my bio. I'm sharing all this for the lead up to the crux of my issue. It was September and the pandemic was in full effect. But the gym had reopened and I committed to myself to start working more regularly at forty. So I was holding fast to th