The Fix is On

The president's lies are working.

I moonlight as a daytime bartender at the neighborhood dive bar. It started as “something to get me out of the house a couple days a week and keep me from doom-scrolling Twitter” to “I need this job to pay-off medical debt accrued when I drove my car into a wall like a suicidal dipshit in the only industrialized country without nationalized healthcare.

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