This is almost five years old. Three people have ever read it. Never expected to actually put it out, but with the weather every morning I can’t help but think of it. Enjoy. Or not.
“We may as well be in fucking Ohio,” Robby complained.
It had been six straight days of clouds and temperatures in the low to mid 70’s. It was by no means appropriate for the season, at least not to this extent. Hollywood’s degenerate social drones kept suggesting that the weather was evidence proving or disproving the existence of global warming, depending on their political sway.