Today was the kind of day where a dude ramming into your car (while driving the wrong way, in reverse, at a stoplight,) is just the side dish.
…Which is exactly what happened.
On the way to rehearsal.
…After a day wherein Boss still exists
in his position, we feel like a guillotine is above our head, and everything is all-’round, fucked.
Puke. With chunks.
~D
