twen twen can fuck right off (part i)

the single sentence that shows how fucked up this year has been…


i actually have to remind myself this is the year dad died.

that’s pretty fucked up.

between all the election bullshit and the rona rona and all that’s come with it i was trying to remember what year my father passed away and it suddenly hit me that was THIS year. that’s how it kicked off. and i think i looked at that, at the time, and thought, “well, the worst is probably behind us!”

but noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo – 2020 wasn’t done with us yet!

i was originally writing this to be the bit on the 23rd, since that’s the last bit of the year before we go into a repeat week that will take us into 2021. but instead i think i’ll let it go up today, the winter solstice, the literal shortest day of what’s been one of the shittiest years we’ve ever had. some good has come of it, for sure.

and that’s what we’ll focus on next time.