You got my hopes up.
I don’t wish Alex anything but a long life after a hopefully complete rehabilitation of his sociopsthic habits.
But I do have a nice drink set aside for my own enjoyment on the day that I’m convinced Alex will stop harming others.
I don’t have any particularly strict rule about how I get convinced he is done hurting people. I suspect I’ll see it in the obituaries rather than an op-ed. But I’m open to either.
Alex doesn’t seem likely to fix his life, but he also looks like he doesn’t cares well for his health…so I do have that drink near the front of the cabinet.
Oh well. My nice drink can wait. Maybe I’ll open it to celebrate his reform yet. Like Alice, I try to believe six impossible things before breakfast.














Camera pans uncomfortably and refocuses on MoonRaven’s cat buying NFTs on an old laptop in the background.