Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 14, 2024
They finally found me. I received a Jury Summons. Was told to bring something to read. Finally, a place where I can confidently read Mein Kampf in public.
They finally found me. I received a Jury Summons. Was told to bring something to read. Finally, a place where I can confidently read Mein Kampf in public.
He was tired of carrying her weight. Her financial choices and responsibilities. Her alcoholism. And he knew she was tired of his drug abuse and laziness and porn addiction. And Train played. And the guy kept talking. “Thing is, man… if it weren’t for divorce, I’d have student loans.”