The colors red, white and blue represent freedom. Until they’re flashing behind you.
I live alone and have for 13 years now. I was thinking that it would be nice to have someone here to talk to. Having a real conversation with a person, not conversing by text. To have someone who’s happy to see you when you get home or come in from working the farm.
I am shocked, *shocked* that other people may enjoy things that I personally disapprove of. And they may even not go to jail for it. Shaking my head, I tell you.
