Well-read. Consider myself quite the bibliophile, actually, yet there’s likely only a handful of books that I have “stuck-it-out” for, and really read to their fullest of entirety, at least voluntarily that is. Books are just f**king challenging to finish—most things are, in my opinion—challenging when there are so goddamn many books and so goddamn many things both to read and to do. I’m currently mopping floors and collecting trash bags. But philosophically and especially existentially I’m content and have just as little ambition at life as when I started. Handsome looks as much as handsome in wit. A Socialist I VOTE DEMOCRAT. Everyone cross your fingers, as we’re still waiting for that catastrophic gardening accident to happen in one of the white house flower beds.  ** And I’m not really wishing anything truly awful on to anyone, no matter what, instead just staying hopeful for some whimsical, shameful accident. That moment where the guy fell back and on to a cucumber or handle of his backhoe or some other big misery, where he gets humbled down a few notches.

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