In honor and celebration of Presidents’ Day, I have been taking sips of desk whiskey throughout the day, just like Harry Truman. He started every day with a shot of bourbon, and he won the goddamn war. As a result of the aforementioned desk whiskey, today’s word count is woefully low. I have, however, been playing the hell out of the guitar. Anyway, cheers.
N.P.: “End” – The Beauty of Gemina
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