There’s a light in this tunnel, and I think it’s a train.
It was my birthday on Friday. I drove out to Montreal Friday night to hang out with an old flame. We ate honey garlic chicken wings, watched the Avengers, knocked back a 26er of Findlania, which led to many more terrible decisions thereafter. But at least they were fun terrible decisions. I haven’t slept in [...]
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