Well all the shit I've had pegged for a new build and none of it is on sale. So fucking much for Cyber Monday.
What a shitty night. An extended family member died. A girl I've known for years tried to kill her self. And we got dumped on in snow and I still see some of the little chips and other animals out there trying to get food or they'll literally starve to death - though I am getting food to them best I can.
Now I know how Gil Scott Heron felt when he wrote Whitey's On The Moon
. Whenever I see and hear bad shit now I think to myself, "And Trump is President." The world is a horror show getting worse every day while Trump and the other monsters prosper.
"Hot air hangs like a dead man, from a white oak tree. People sitting on porches, thinking how things used to be. It's a dark night...dark night."