flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
I’m only 34, but I’m a darn crotchety 34.
Just to be clear, the scary part of this isn’t the zombies — it’s being stuck at a dance party. Alone. Foreeeever. If I believed in hell, that would be it.
So, that’s that. I feel like I should have a bigger finish or something, but I’m not big on endings.
P.S. – If you’re interested, you can get a poster of the full alphabet here. I’m gradually adding more work to redbubble – they’re not super cheap, but they’re much easier to deal with than Zazzle and it looks like they do nice work. If I find somewhere to do it as a leetle book, I’ll let you know.