STEVE KIRSCH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

I send Steve an email.

Author note: Subscribers this may be my last bitch at profiting off a genocide. I doubt Steve is, but let’s let him explain. If he doesn’t want to then we’re free to speculate. I will just join them and add my upgrade to paid and make just enough money to pay my electric bill and buy a six pack of beer. Perfect. I’ll do it next week because I’m at my condo on the beach at the moment. I can still pretend. It won’t be on Monday because that is take out the trash day. It won’t be Tuesday because Ghost Gardens needs to be stripped and laid to rest until next spring. Thursday looks promising if my attorney can decern all of the rules and regulations and my tax adviser can figure out if by doing this it doesn’t flip me into a higher tax bracket. What I’m saying is a lot of work still needs to be done.

My journey to see a person who is forgetting my name, my face was incredible. A 34 hour drive was well worth it. That article is IN Q. The VRR#24 is also IN Q and scheduled to be finished by Friday and posted at the usual time 9:11am. In this report I’m going to strip lawmakers of all their duties except one, ensure that the roadside rest stops are clean and there’s always a full roll of toilet paper, because one roadside stop didn’t have any toilet paper. If the lawmakers can handle this lone task, then we the people may add another assignment.

I’m off like your prom dress. I have a brand new Dodge Charger and hopefully she has six more hours left in her because I seriously abused her on Highway 1. We’re Eastbound and Down.