A Black Friday

Yesterday was a very bad day. If you know, you know, and if you don't ... well, you can ask me privately, but I'm not going to get into specifics here. I will say I'm perfectly fine, other than being quite shaken and distraught. Also, no, I don't have the covid. To the best of my knowledge.

Maybe my old pal Aiden Riley is right—maybe this is the end of days. Things have definitely never been more surreal. But I must keep pushing on, because what else is there? I must keep believing the refrain I heard again and again growing up, that THIS TOO SHALL PASS. It's the only choice.