Somewhat Henderson

Chapter 4: Budget Cuts

ENDING

I’m looking at the glass doors of the executive suite across the floor. I have about three minutes before the automated network security flags that this account is publishing a non-approved layout. If you are scrolling past this on your phone right now, if this popped up between a listicle about cat costumes and a recipe for pumpkin spice dip, I need you to understand something. The bullets that killed my country were paid for by the ads on this page.

I think the morphine is on its way out. I administered it around morning. It is almost noon. Yeah, the opioid has run its course. I'm not sure if my body can withstand the shock. I will go to the bathroom and try to clean the wound, but in case I don't make it out, I'm going to schedule this post for noon just in case.

See you on the other side.