The Drunken Party
Hello friend
We've danced, we've fought, showed everyone how it's done and lost beautifully.
Been a crazy couple of years yet they say the only way to go is down. Joke’s on them, the only way we go is down, anyway.
Everything is broken. We couldn't get it this wrong by just making bad decisions. Our collective nightmares look better than this clusterfuck.
A nation failing used to mean a little broke and just needing a few friends and dad-types to bail them out. A little begging and a little crawling and free beer was back on by happy hour. This morning, its everybody stay at home, lock yourselves in and pray to somebody.
I religiously avoid reading off signposts and boards these days. Fuel stations scarred me. Prices doubled and are now looking to run away. We ran out of room on those billboards bro!! Whole industry had to reset. Those numbers look drunk.
Then we took investment advice and bought bitcoin, an apparently volatile asset that could swing wildly either way but these days it drinks in a sky bar. Only way it goes home is down.
Stocks are crashing, currencies are sinking, earth is dying. Everything is drunk.
We are all in a drunken stupor.
So drunk I thought i should just write again.
Our blog looks a mess, we’ll beg Wendee to help clean up when we sober up.
Till then, it’s a Friday. Find a bar.
Love, yaw.
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