Ever stop to question why you trusted one guy?

My buddy caught something like that last spring, flat white one minute then popcorn clouds all over by the time he grabbed his dog from the yard. Ground heat cooking them off makes sense, wild how quick it flips.

The "only one of them actually wrecked me" part got me. Same thing happened when I tried to branch out past my usual stuff. Grabbed a book by a Nigerian author at a used store in Toledo, just picked it off the shelf with no plan. Read it in two days flat. Nothing sad white guy about it, just a family and a country and a ton of tiny details I had zero context for. Spent the next week googling every other page. That never happens with my normal picks. Weird how one random grab can crack open a whole shelf.