What’s worse than a Trump presidency? A second Trump presidency, clearly. But can there be anything worse than that? A tough question, really. Maybe a gang of racoons – a nursery of the ostensibly adorable rank-refuse bandits, if any of us is still being all woke up in here – drunk as a stench of …
This is not my fault. We need to be clear on that right here at the outset. I would gladly never have seen what I am about to relate to you, and which you may soon also wish I had not shared as well. What was it Barney the purple dinosaur was so fond of …
Fun. Yeah, I can do fun. So, fun. Monday, 11 p.m.-ish, just before turning in, I put the dogs out, the final time, in anticipation of then sitting up the night just trying to sleep, propped against a bank of pillows, with my just-refreshed, taped-on, blood-catch gauze mustache. You see: Midafternoon that same day, a …