The bass line from Rush’s “Tom Sawyer” pulsed through The Sanctuary’s freshly painted crimson walls as I descended those familiar concrete steps, the weight of the day’s shitstorm pressing down on my shoulders like a fucking anvil.
It's a real concern, but running and hiding or creating a fortress around a compound aren't viable solutions long-term. Gotta keep going anyway. Some people will see the light and come around, others never will.
Ah, shit. This story is getting way too real. Straight or queer, a child in danger sends anxiety soaring. Brandon's Barbarians at the Gate are tomorrow's problem, Mrs. Chen's dilemma hovers in the wings All of the problems in a crazy mix and match quilt that is played out across the planet in real time with real people. Any of that Jameson left, Miguel? Straight up, no ice.
It's a real concern, but running and hiding or creating a fortress around a compound aren't viable solutions long-term. Gotta keep going anyway. Some people will see the light and come around, others never will.
Ah, shit. This story is getting way too real. Straight or queer, a child in danger sends anxiety soaring. Brandon's Barbarians at the Gate are tomorrow's problem, Mrs. Chen's dilemma hovers in the wings All of the problems in a crazy mix and match quilt that is played out across the planet in real time with real people. Any of that Jameson left, Miguel? Straight up, no ice.