My job at this point of my 47-year game is to get drunk to the point of pointing out bullshit in the world, but not where you’d expect. There are levels beneath the levels, that’s where I’m at.
Come at me, bro. Come at me, sis. Come at me, CIS. Whatever. Whatever. It’s 2:10am on a school night. WHAT.
Never trust a man with a bottle of gin and an Internet connection, is what I’m sayin’.