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You’re responsible for the fork, kidney, and plate. I’ll bring the knife.

You remember the dress your mom was wearing…

The weirdest thing was he was groping her like a man out of prison or an incel that’s finally got to touch a boob. What nasty nasty people.

I broke my top jaw and needed surgery to put my front teeth back into place. I woke up in the middle of that one. I could see them operating in the little round mirror on the doctor’s forehead he used to direct light.

I was definitely still mostly drugged because it didn’t concern me at all and I felt nothing. The nurse and doctor, however, seemed concerned. Their eyes got HUGE. They said something to each other and I was out again. I remember that very vividly.

Man. Woman. Camera. Person. TV. Man. Woman. Camera. Person. Traitor. Man. Woman. Camera. Prison. Traitor. Man. Woman. Convict. Prison. Traitor. Man. Warrant. Convict. Prison. Traitor. Con. Warrant. Convict. Prison. Traitor. … uh. Inmate, I think you have dementia…

I’ve found that stress and grief cause me to be somewhat self destructive so that isn’t surprising to me. Take care of yourself. Although you’ll carry your mom’s death forever, the pain will get better and the joyful memories that you have will get their color back. Hang in there. We’re all rooting for you!

You wonder how long the courts can keep the insanity at bay?

He’s going to run from jail on the hope he can pardon himself. Guaranteed. (If he even sees jail, which he likely won’t because of the requirement for SS protection)

Can I commission you for a tattoo? I’d like a Columbus style ship in this style. Been thinking about it for over 10 years and your art and line work is exactly what was in my mind but don’t have the talent to create!