2021- expectations? None. Truthfully. After the past year, I’m all out of predictions. I’m still stuck in NY with no fucking clue when I’ll be able to go home and how I’ll feel about it when I do. My kid is still the most important thing in my life, and she always will be, but she’s 31. Now, 2020 was an incredible shitstorm, that’s true, and her life shouldn’t be this fucked up, but it is, so here we are. If I ever needed a reminder that life doesn’t come with guarantees, I got it. In spades. So somebody please off this asshole so we can move on. Aiight?
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