These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
These might be the good old days. Go outside, feel the grass, say wassup to your neighbors,… whatever you do that means community, because sh*t might get bad for a while.
Sorry, but I just had to take a peek at your profile. You claim to be on an autism spectrum, yet you voted for a man who will - as the first order of business - make your very life extremely miserable.
That is my take. May I ask what is yours?