As my lack of answers grow ever larger, and my care for the outcome of humanity ever dwindling, I drink my coffee and breathe deeply, waiting for dinner and football. Everyone is a terrorist, and now, I too am one, laying in wait for countries and governments to detonate, and cold six packs to accumulate in my fridge, for when shit goes to shit, I will still have my beer, and studies show in the aftermath of any disaster, a cold brew is a better motivator than a twenty dollar bill, because in aftermath’s of disasters, you most likely will not be able to go to Sears to get that tool you need. Alcohol will be my little helping hand, and the fiver in my wallet, and my liquid courage. I wait and listen.
Oh oh, but not all is lost, not all forsaken. Patience and faith.
