Cynical old man. Waiting for the finale. Occasionally swimming through the sewers of the interwebs looking for the jewels that were dropped down the drain.
Dear Mom, it’s been 4 years since you forced me to help finish what you started. Pretty fucked up. Wish you had done things differently. I love you and miss you. Thanks a lot for the mindfuck. I forgive you.
Filling the meat frame with alcohol bits. I will sleep soon. Not like a baby or a log. More like an old dumb-ass that will wake up in 6 hours, no matter what.
My Mother is dead. She wanted to be for a while. She got it done. I am not fucking around, I need Valhalla! Not Hel. Fight me! Kill me! Ragnarok has begun. Fight me!