night after night, I have been having dreams where I search for my dad, as if on some impossible treasure hunt. One night, i dreamed I was standing in his tool shop, but some machines were missing. There was a figure of Dad in the corner and I asked him why some of his tools were gone. He simply said, “things change.”
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In other news, my car got broken into…again. I fucking love it.
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And yeah. Go vote.
