Like a white dwarf.

Take away his dignity while he dies too.

Go ahead and create your dead husband's society. You obviously don't believe in God or Heaven. Stop lying!

This loneliness is killing me.

Closing what down? The djing? The Bar? Everything?

Here's something depressing for your Labor Day.

Whatever.

That marijuana will conquer that pain. It will also get rid of the bitching too.

Like I said awhile back.

Someone heisted a whole bunch of my country records from my bedroom. From my bedroom? What the fuck! I'm the only one here too. Unless the dog is a skinwalker, there's some fucked up shit going on! What are you tripping on that makes you so entitled?! The cops don't care, my Mom thinks I'm tripping and my brother left the state. So I guess I am out my country records. What the fuck!?

The culture and mission statement of all the places I have worked at throughout my lifetime.

"Walk softly and carry a big stick." -Teddy Roosevelt

No reason to kill me because you can't afford it anymore...

"Go back to Africa?!" -Unknown to me