It’s a fine line trying to live as a light in a world with substantial growing darkness. I can’t run around like a happy-clappy dope ignoring anything that doesn’t immediately affect me, but at the same time, I can’t live so alarmed that I just collapse into a sheet cake. So what do I do?
Turns out one answer is to sing some 70’s classic rock with a guy and his guitar outside your favorite breakfast joint.
Yes. Really.
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