🦝 Jerry’s Epilogue — “Lubrication Clause of Existence”
What the Gremlin sprayed wasn’t WD-40. It was acceptance.
Every hiss from that can was a reminder that friction’s part of the machinery — you just don’t have to seize up with it. You learn to apply peace in small, deliberate doses. Enough to keep your gears turning without losing your edge.
Because here’s the truth no one wants to admit: the world will squeak. People will grind, rust, and rattle. But you? You don’t have to.
So keep a can handy — not for them, but for you. When the noise starts up again, just smile, shake the can, and say:
“Relax. I’m maintenance, not management.”
Then keep walking. Smooth. Silent. Untouchable.
— Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand 🦝 · Dept. of Petty Affairs