Don’t talk to me about Clarence.
He’s not any real gangster I’ve ever seen.
I mean, he needs to get a job and his own place.
And you’ve never seen his parents behind closed doors. It’s not good, man. Not good at all.
It dawns on me that not a single friend or family member has reached out to me today to see how I’m doing.
That’s fine, though. Just wait until they need a sympathetic ear. It will not be mine.
Thank you for that, sincerely. I was actually directing that towards people in general, not just the boards. I may not post a whole lot today, honestly.
Today officially marks one year since my mom’s passing. I’m gonna need everyone to look the other way if I seem a little out of sorts. I deserve that, I think.