The disclaimer came from an Instagram that I posted literally a minute ago. I’m glad this picture has a place to live. I think it’s mysterious, and fun, and in the same tone as the stuff I usually post. If you’re reading this right now, I hope that means that you enjoy this kind of stuff, and that it makes it fun.
If I had to do all over again, I would’ve been born in… 1960. How about you? I just feel that I would’ve done really well in the days when newspapers still existed, and messages didn’t merit an instant response because the cost was prohibitive.
But, this is 2020, for better or for worse. I do hope that, instead of reading this, you’re hanging out at a barbeque, if your part of the country/preferences permit it. I miss barbeques. I hope that you have a really good burger, cooked by a man in denim shorts and white tube socks, and enough beers to take the edge off. It’s been an odd summer.
Let us never speak of it again.
Actually… I would literally kill a man for a New Orleans streetcart hotdog. With chili. And cheese. The artificial runny kind. Onions.
Ah, the little things.
Marty Macfly
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