That time of year, again. Thanksgiving. Bringing with it all of the things we want, and would prefer not to have, with it.
Family gatherings. Food. Drink. Laughter. Tears.
I am thankful for everyone of you who puts up with my shit. Or has put up with my shit in the past. I amazed that some of you still call me friend. You are the ones that I am thankful for.
Save me some pie, you heathens.