I've been practicing letting that being go every weekend. I do not indulge in any news or of or action regarding him as a rule on Sundays. (You're an exception because this is when I'm reading this.) But yeah, it's time to let all this ripe old mf*s go!

I keep telling myself, they're very very old, and the time for celebrating themselves will soon be over. I'm sure they can feel their mortality breathing down their necks, or definitely standing in their rearview!