
Something Stinks Like Desparation


Oh noes, it’s the consequences of my own actions.
This 75 year old Lifelong Republican and 3 time Trump voter just got his 45 year old Venezuelan fiancĂ©e detained by ICE. Everything checks out. Old white guy with a ton of money, buys a middle aged woman from another country who could be his daughter, thinks the rules don’t apply to him, then gets upset when the rules do actually apply to him.
“They’re tearing families apart” he says. Except, he really didn’t give a single shit about the tens of thousands of other families who got torn apart, only when they arrested his 45 year old sex toy.
Honestly, the best thing this guy could do is just drop dead. He’d be more useful as fertilizer.

I want to say one more time, but it ended the way it needed to.
Fuck do I ever miss it, though. That was a different world, and it’s impossible to describe to someone who wasn’t there. It was our Club 54. It was our Paradise Garage. It was ours. I was there. I played those jams. It was the first goal I had as a DJ, and I did it on my second ever booking. I played that stage. I lived it, and fuck am I ever grateful for that.
What a time to be alive.