I hadn’t planned on writing a follow-up to my previous piece on the CNBC Republican debate, considering the powerful emotional trauma it had caused within me. Writing two articles for every debate is not something I’m willing to subject myself to. Things are still tense down at the 7-11 — poor Chiaki, a pleasant young woman that works the register, still watches me with obvious fear whenever I browse the aisles, although her middle-aged co-worker smiles lasciviously and throws me a couple winks, making me wonder what horrible things I must’ve said to them while on that weekend bender. Also I apparently started a secret handshake with the kindly, toothless old grandfather that spends most of his day getting drunk out front, which I believe is the primary cause for the eye-infection I’m currently battling.
But while the debate itself was a goddamn joke, things have been happening since it aired; and given my horrible addiction, I must report those things. … Read the rest