This is not what I wanted when I said I wanted to be present for this new year.
Of course,
I step onto Elon’s social swamp and on day one of 2025,
I’m hit with the grim reminder of just how fragile life is.

it took me back to NOLA in 2020 for mardi gras with one of my best friends.
bourbon street was intense…

they really felt they were part of some revolution during that terrorist attack at the capitol building last week.
it was extremely “trailer” and not a good look for all involved.
a foxholer sent me the following video with this title in the email:

“He’s makin’ us potheads look reaaally pathetic… smdh”

the foxholer said that because…

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