Goddamn it, T, stay safe.
I'm frankly petrified that I'll be the last sumbitch to die of this shit. Or, worse still, that Mrs. C, who is a little older than I and a couple extra underlying issues, might catch it.
Really, the last year has played out like a pitch for a bad Michael Bay movie... "OK, so a virus comes out of the Orient, and we're all like, fuck that shit, man, this is 'Merica, we eat shit like this for breakfast. Then, it fucking surges, right? Like, all these people die, because we didn't take it seriously. Then, like, Big Pharma rides in like the Seventh Cavalry, and we get shit like Moderna, which comes up with the plan for a vaccine in 48 hours, or theraputics like Regeneron, which sounds like a Bond villain company. Then, everybody's dying, mainly in NYC, because, well, it's fucking New York City, right? Then, the fucking vaccine works, and if you get it, you're, like, gonna survive. But then, fuck! Here comes the fucking variants! And we call 'em the UK or the South African, because, you know, that's where the best bad guys come from, speaking the Queen's English and shit. So now, it's a fucking race. right? There's Fauci, who knows everything, like he's fucking Yoda and shit, but nobody fucking listens to him, because it's Spring Break, and all the young kids want to get fucking laid, and who can blame them, what with having to quarantine with Aunt Edith and shit. So, if we can get some Israeli funding, and get Liam Neeson to play Fauci, well, fuck, I can smell Oscars over fucking here!"
And then the Paramount execs throw the assholes out of the office, because this is just too much.
So, BDWFers, Lords, and various WISs: wear a mask, stay out of crowds, wash your hands, and take fucking care. I want to come out of this alive, and all of you as well.