Today was just weird as hell.  I was enjoying my first at-a-restaurant lunch since March, al fresco, of course, due to plague, when a car crashed into a bunch of diners at the restaurant next door.  Several hours later, I almost got into a fight at the gun store.  But then I remembered it was the first day of Rosh Hashanah, so I just went home and drank whiskey.
My hair wants cutting.

N.P.: “Under My Thumb” – Streetheart

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