I will sum it up with three things.
1. Popping in my Achilles, trouble walking
2. Having to give Oliver up, for his benefit.
3. Sunburnt. Fucking sunburnt.
Ill post a comic tomorrow, tonight has been congac, anti-anxiety meds, and jazz. Fuck everything else.
But I did see two dudes ROMPING on Sunday, being all badass wearing the same jeans with x's on the butt pockets (who wears those?), the same long-sleeve button down shirt, and the same hair. God I hope they were dating, if not, I weep for the future.
~ Your tripped out Mayor
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