When it is all said and done, I’m not going to remember March of twenty-five fondly.
I am going to blame the portal between the eclipses for the negativity and bad ju-ju.
Let’s get this somabitch over with and flip the calendar on the kitchen wall.
I’m going to go listen to the breeze on an early Monday morning. It might blow in the answer to that million dollar question.
Stay Gold Ponyboy….
