The ninth day

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Woke up, and I was 35.

Nine years had past since The First Day.

Well, okay, I thought, then I turned on Twitter, and then I said:

what have you done








So I went and had a few drinks.

liquor in the morning

Then I took a train home, and even when I was home in the little space of my room, I couldn’t quite comprehend it:

birthday shot

Almost half of all American eligible voters hadn’t voted at all.

Almost half of all those who had voted had done so for Trump, a billionaire deeply entangled in the financial and political spheres of the US who presented himself as an “outsider” and ran his campaign on a platform of hate and ridiculous promises.

This was the worst birthday ever.

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