My 21st was August 23rd. Yay me! I've been alive for 21 years! How to celebrate? Well, I'm about to get drunk off my ass (love me some scotch!) with Evil Betty while we marathon Freeman's Mind. Gonna be fun.

It's probably foolish to have an indefinite clop story that I just add to forever, but what the hell. I want to try it. Anyway, enjoy the gay. There's more on my hard drive, but I want to see if I can write them all the way through their adventures in Turkey before I post any more. Maybe next week if I don't go into the straight part of the bi-cycle.

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Alright, down 1/3 a bottle of bourbon and bored. So what do I talk about? Uhh, lemme think.

Okay, oddly enough, whiskey fills my head with sad country music. Look up Whiskey Lullaby. That' s the main one. Technically the only one but my life is young.

What else... I remember a friend was once asking about why people like Donald Trump have to exist. Something like how he's inspiring so much bad and scary stuff, like to do with immigrants and whatnot.

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