Tonight after the club, I’m gonna raise a glass and say, “Friends! Let us retire to Halcyon!”
Stop calling the UCSB shooter a madman. He was not insane. He was just a misogynistic boy filled with narcissistic rage. That’s all it takes. That and a fucking gun.
I’m 25. This is the point in my life that I have reached. What is it about being 25 that makes this so obvious and so important?
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