History Repeats

Well 2022 has been a shit show in a dumpster fire.  First, January and February, March were spent in physical therapy for my shoulder.  All better now.  Then March 16 my landlord Douchelord Mc Fuckstick called to inform me that he would be sacrificing my family for his and moving into the apartment we had been in for 3 and a half years. He is dead to me and karma will take care of the likes of him.  I wash my hands.  The very next day my sister called to tell me her husband had died.  We spent the next 60 days in flight or fight.  Eventually we found a place just a couple miles from where we were. The cost of moving kept me from being able to stand next to my sister when she buried her husband.  No forgiveness, Douchelord McFuckstick . July had the only bright spot as Elizabeth was awarded the Grand Cross of Color from the International Order of Rainbow for Girls. So happy for her.  August brought a car accident, not my fault but didn’t have a vehicle for 58 days.  During that 58 days, Jeff fainted on the train and was in the hospital overnight.  We did have a rental paid for by insurance for 30 days and for another 2 weeks, paid for by the mechanic.  Bright spot in an otherwise sea of darkness and despair.  Of course we were in between rentals when Jeff fainted.  Uber to the rescue.  Jeff and Elizabeth had great fun at Philly Zinefest in November.  Looking forward to the holidays and getting the hell out of here and returning to civilization in Illinois.  Bye for now.  A.