I hate the state of Texas. Everything is a fight. You have to fight the weather and the economy. You have to fight to do laundry and grocery shop. You have to fight for a parking space. Everyone is a rugged individualist until they need help. I am supposed to let them alone, but they get to tell me what to do. The leaders are liars and thieves. And I have to pay for everyone’s mistakes out of my pocket. And if you win the fight, what have you won? A handful of s***. Whoopee!
