So it turns out that the winter days are a vast, bottomless, endless empty that is pretty near impossible to fill when nothing really motivates or holds you.
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.
So it turns out that the winter days are a vast, bottomless, endless empty that is pretty near impossible to fill when nothing really motivates or holds you.