November 18th, 2024 - Heavy Snow

Dear TNY,

I’m up to date on this absurd FTNY project after having just finished “Heavy Snow”.

So.  Fucking.  Dumb.  So predictable.  So pointless.  So ridiculous.  So much time wasted.  I’m not even going to waste time on it.

Well, maybe a hair.  It was way too long.  Inseon should not have been working with tools.  Ever. Clearly dangerous. What heathens rescue someone without shutting the goddamn door?  How does one not remember when their phone falls out of their hand?  Why get off the fucking bus?  Why would you ask someone to save your shit-ass bird after your fingers were whacked off and why do so in a storm?  Life has casualties.  Everything is a casualty.  Count it as a win that you didn’t die while badly using your tools.

I’m over it. 

And, because I wrote last week’s letter mere minutes ago, I have nothing new to say.  So fuck it, I’m out!

Nick