Full disclosure: I was in my mid 20’s and a factory worker in the later 90’s, so I had a little more cash to afford my hobby. It still hurt though.

The entirety of my career was founded on my ability to build stable network and systems to run Duke Nukem 3d at lan parties using 10base2 networks and Rendition Verite video cards with a side of 3dfx.

It’s the finality of it, I think.

Glad to bring a smile!

Cry us a river, dildo. Meanwhile, go fuck yourself.

No shit.

Managed a close up mirror selfie.

Note: goddamn that place is a sty

Sun Article seems to support that.

I feel as if your threatening me with a good time.

There is no cat. Only Zuul.

What’s gramma gonna do with a drone?!

Rigby, MoMo, Sauron, Tiger, Doug. I miss all of you.

My wife’s beloved and jovial grandfather committed suicide with a .38 revolver after a prolonged bout of health issues that left him feeling desperate and dependant on his family for care. My wife’s father finds his dad dead with pistol laying next to him. After the funeral, we’re going through the possessions of the estate, and seeing that pistol laying on the table and watching everyone relive that loss was just terrible.

15 years later, my wife’s father dies of heart issues. Invariably, we find it again amongst her father’s possessions. It compounded the feeling of loss already being felt by the sudden and unexpected death of her father.

My brother-in-law has it now and has already had one stroke. He is petty shitty at taking care of himself and we expect he won’t be around too much longer. My wife and I know we get to revisit that damn gun again. Should it come to us, I’ll melt it with a torch into slag and drop it into a lake to rust into nothing.

I realize that we’re the last ones to know and feel what pain that weapon was at the center of. Our kids weren’t even alive when it was used that way, and they’d likely see it as a family curiosity piece. That said, like our family members, it needs to be put to rest once and for all. It’s been a part of too much pain.

Plan to melt the damn thing down. It has done enough harm.

Sshhhiiii…

Been through this. It’s weird.

It’s not that it can’t, it’s that it won’t. SMH

Oh…oh god… I can’t unlearn this.

Duly noted, and I appreciate your not relegating my opinion to snorting self-sourced methane expulsions.

The harder notion for me here is that I have been voting since Bush Sr. / Clinton. This toilet keeps spinning faster as we get closer to the drain.

Until recent years, I believed that voting was exercising my rights and fighting the good fight. Maybe I’m jaded, which I think is fair, but I do think, in light of the circus we’ve watched the the past 8 years, that we’ve entered a new arena where violence ultimately is where this is headed. Someone responded here that I have permission to be something other than sad. Unfortunately, I disagree. When the shots ring out in political rage, we’ve effectively lost our civility.

I will reconsider my decision to not vote, but the bitterness might win out.