Park with the Freaks

I'm typing through a broken bone, FYI.

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I know what you’re expecting. Another alcoholic missive downloading my personal failures onto some mid-level bureaucrat. Especially after this week.

But today, I’m trying something different. That’s why they call me Don Proton—because I am full of positive energy.

There I was last Friday, on the day the cleric regime decreed…