I came on here, hoping that it wasn't going to be as toxic as X. But instead of us coming together and figuring out who we are as a party; it's nothing but bitching and complaining. You are no different than MAGA. I hope people see this. Everyone needs to look into the mirror and see why we lost.
It is 101* not a cloud in site and nothing but open road and a thirst, that Tomas can only cure. It seems our friend has his sights set on Blountstown. A small town deep in the woods of the panhandle. You see, Tomas saw on the news a man who was on bail for...
This is another novel I am working on.
Would there be any interest in reading some excerpts on what I'm working on?
It's a novel I'm working on.
