By Bill Gainer
Thinking about Stuff By Bill Gainer It’s quiet tonight. Everyone you love gone to sleep left you to it. So you just think about the stuff that you think about now and then when you’re alone. You know it all means nothing. Less than nothing but it’s yours – to worry about so you do.
During the Lockdown The safest I’ve ever felt. Period.
Happily Ever After I'm pushing 72 years old Kae St. Marie, 70. All we wanted was to live happily ever after. But this fucking POTUS is just a dream killer. Why? I don't wish him any harm but if he should die with a smoldering chunk of charcoal up his ass – I’d be happy.