Already home. Bad vibes at the watering hole. Nothing distinct, but oppression and persecution seemed to be everywhere.
Sounds like a very brief (and inexpensive) ride to me!
Seemed to take forever and I dunno how much it cost. But I got a feeling that your post went over my head and even my pompadour wasn’t quite high enough to catch it. The blame is certainly my own. Shame, is the name.
I’m forced to take the high road.
Every fiber of my being doubts this.