Wherein I explain how my reaction to the end of the world has changed over the last 50 years from horror to curiosity, to a weird sense of calm, which leads to a story about a scenester beef with a guy with whom I made amends two days before he died with his mom in an airplane that flew nose first into a parking lot.

Rose colored glasses n whatnot.

My foreign policy Is a policy that is foreign.

No refunds.