Eight months ago, my life was reduced to a single, solitary key. Over the previous several years, I’d had house keys; mailbox keys; fence gate, storage shed, and yard hydrant keys. My one, remaining key still resides on a keychain labeled, “GOAT GATE”.
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The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.