my father sent me this at two in the morning without comment (he is usually in an ambien coma at that hour)

to which i replied . . .

lol

calling our bread “rubber” is charitable though . . . it’s more like sawdust and cereal box mulch emulsified with carcinogenic sugar glue

the san francisco bay area before sunrise and, according to monty, somewhere over utah an hour later

eventually i WILL run out of blood to bleed! lol

. . . exsanguinated!!!