A broken man, obsessed with 500 year old Mexican culture.
1982 was a banger year for video games:
DigDug Mrs. Pacman Tron Q*bert Joust
The list keeps going.
Happiness is for pussies.
Frankie from The Goon comics.
In my twenties life was a continual slog in a cycle of disappointment and desperation. That gave me something I could “steel myself” with.
You’re literally a century too late for that conspiracy.
This is a smoke screen. They’re going to seize the Everett True comics. SCATTER!!!
I do confirm that cigarettes taste awful now.
Can we post our “I Voted” stickers here?
I’m going to tell you what worked for me. There’s a very good chance you’ll hate it and I will get flak.
Cold Turkey.
You physically stop yourself from purchasing cigarettes and not ask for them in social situations. You make a line in the sand and never cross that point again.
I will become the Wizard Lord of Fisher Price Keep!
It makes no goddamn sense to me.
Cuban expats that are vehemently anti communist.
Mexico. I like the place and the people despite not knowing a lot of Spanish. It would be repugnant if it was an English instance, but I’d appreciate it.
That hit a little too hard.
Itzcoatl
Axayacatl
Axochitl
I’m not picky.
I’m a vegetarian so I want either a golden apple or an apple from Eden.
My grandparents used to live there, because quote, “Lubbock is too big of a city”. Abilene was misery to visit.
Yes it is the map and it’s only a spoiler for those who haven’t ventured out of the first town. I would recognize the Rio Grande border in my sleep.
Grimstone rules.
Marcus Aurelius’ “Meditations” really gave me perspective.
Have a straw in a restaurant.
Purchasing a white noise machine was one of the greatest decisions of my life.