I’ve discharged a duty. Laid down a burden. Exercised my franchise.
I voted, and I feel…
It’s November 9, 2016. I wake up to my alarm clock in the same ungraceful half-asleep shock as I do every morning, looking out into the dark abyss of my window as I think to myself that it’s too fucking early for me to be up. It’s just like…
I’ll have my absentee ballot in hand soon, and I’ll be marking my vote for…
Election Day is like the dump on Saturday, only better.