New Year, continued

I got robbed. Couple of hobos got me from the back when crossing a bridge. I’d always looked at them with sorrow but now… now I look at them with distrust.

Kill ‘em all, I say. Kill ‘em all.

I’m also thinking Tijuana is kicking me out, with assaults on multiple fronts; I’m going for strategic retreat to fight on a new front.

Incoming reality disfunction.

Author: nullrend

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