Another Thanksgiving convo, but between my dad and I.
“We too old and our bodies too broken for revolution. Best I can do is keep writing. I ain’t built for wearing all black and a balaclava to run into the shit anymore.”
“We too old and our bodies too broken for revolution. Best I can do is keep writing. I ain’t built for wearing all black and a balaclava to run into the shit anymore.”
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