…is nothing in our lives right now.
Everything is at last not stored and in Abuelita’s humble railroad apartment, haphazardly wedged wherever it would fit.
At least we beat the snowstorms getting it over here, but not the NYPD pulling over our Jamaican “man-with-a-van” for being a Jamaican “man-with-a-van” because, you know, everything is terrible.
It got resolved but our railroad still isn’t.
So we went to see Sunn O))) because we were going to anyway.