It's July, and you know what that means. We're supposed to eat some hotdogs, wave a flag and blow shit up while shouting, "USA! USA! USA!"But, to be perfectly honest, I really don't feel like celebrating this year. It seems... Continue Reading →
It's July, and you know what that means. We're supposed to eat some hotdogs, wave a flag and blow shit up while shouting, "USA! USA! USA!"But, to be perfectly honest, I really don't feel like celebrating this year. It seems... Continue Reading →