How I learned to stop worrying and live in denial
[As I sort through the dimly lit closet that contains all of the necessary instruments for my visceral social commentary, I have found my beloved soapbox and, with a zeal not seen since I re-discovered my forgotten 8-bit NES, I’m kicking the light coat of dust off and delivering another assessment of the things that truly boggle my mind.]
My drives to work are, for the most part, wholly uneventful.
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