Substandard.

Some good, strong Irish coffee this late morning.

I can’t let the ugliness of people and this world dull my shine, in the aftermath of pointless destruction my piece of the earth like myself still shines through with beauty.

I am tired, so very tired of people just not caring how they treat others. I sometimes want to make them all pay. But I know I did my fair share of mistakes and I try to right them as I grow.

But I try to forgive and allow people grace, I just hope it works out where they try to be honorable and fix their own mistake, that they gambled on.

But they will most likely be a mutant, subhuman, that will parry any type of responsibility. Those old throw backs to a bygone age of cronyism and comfort in their lack of regard for what they have done to others.