Ha. I like that one.
We Californicators have the best metaphors.
I’m afraid I’ll miss something.
I was like this during the campaign.
No sleep. Excited to feel heard for once, hopeful that someone would actually look after US for a change, praying that he would get there.
And then when he won I faked sadness and despair and carefully hid my joy so I wouldn’t get murdered at WalMart.
California.
The Suede Denim Secret Police are everywhere.