but even though trump's the ruler of the planet and all things are relative, the leaf blowers still piss me off.

i remember a song before you were born, Don't Fear the Reaper. we sang don't fear the reefer, giggling like red-eyed idiots till we cried. i don't know why, but the wake of trump's victory makes me think of that song, and those carefree days smoking mexican grass in the school lot in my grampa's pontiac.
 

the post-it says love trumps hate but you know in private she hates his fucking guts.