American Shithole #30 — I’m the Grinch Who Stole Halloween
So I really don’t watch anything remotely scary any more. I mean, other than the news.
So I really don’t watch anything remotely scary any more. I mean, other than the news.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.