Before any reply here I just...give me a moment. It's the fact I stare down the barrel of a gun, too. Although I'm an innocent. Just another slave that was thrown to this little dark world to toil away. Though I have dreamed big. The last couple of years have seen the highs of all that Q brought with it. But the reality is, evil has taken everything from me, [they] took everything they could. And over a half a year ago they took my president from me too. And still the tidings of better things go on. But every day, every week, every month, every year this loop, this decay, this enslavement holds strong.

And so it becomes clear that all this dream, all this hope, is an addiction. And a powerful one too given that I've always been a bit of a dreamer. So before any comment comes along, I wanted to share an honest number and one that speaks to so much. The addiction and loss will allow you, reader, a look into what it's like on this end.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ij93p_NBTyU