My brain is fried, no really, it is. I mean, I definitely have smoked insane amounts of weed in my life but truly that’s not the issue. Is it the enecphalomalacia or something else? Maybe it’s everything, maybe it’s just fucking YOU world, making everything suck a little more every day when I am in my last fucking years, guys. I mean. MY LAST YEARS. My valve I’m gonna guess won’t last 10, in fact if it lasted half that I might be winning because that is the amount of time I asked my surgeon for. I haven’t been to Italy yet & there’s a few more places maybe I need to get to before things fully fall apart here.

Empires tend to fall in 250 years. This is where my uncomfortable math comes in: July 4, 1776-January 20, 2025 is 248 years & 200 days. I think some bad things are coming for us & I tend to have feelings about these things in some pretty key moments & places. I was on a date on Saturday night before 9/11 walking past the WTC towers, looked up & said, those won’t be there forever. I had a feeling about the pandemic too. I knew it would get out of control which is why I mitigated early, our first N99s on 1/28/2020. I predicted the aortic dissections, the early onset Alzheimers,

I certainly have zero desire to live past whatever incarnation this country is about to endure to shitify itself. It’s already been a fight to try to exist inside it with constant surgeries interrupting things constantly along the way.