I am NOT in a good mood.
YEARS of truth telling. YEARS of fighting the good fight.
I don't like to bitch, I don't.
I have no self pity.
But I have a question?
After four years of war, why are our families in lockdown?
Where's the big fucking truth bomb that's going to reunite us?
My family haven't spoken to me in YEARS.
My family is in LOCKDOWN. There will be NO THANKSGIVING.
I lost one of my best friends to SUICIDE the day after TRUMP was not elected.
Go ahead, tell me that FAMILY MEANS EVERYTHING.
One more time.
There's a fucking club alright, and trust me, YOU AIN'T IN IT.
i'M OVER THIS RODEO.
