Jared Sinclair: “The plan was simple: wander until I encountered a bar. Any bar. It didn’t take long to stumble into one. Cramped inside, a handful of patrons. The horror show glared at us from the TV hanging under a drop-tile ceiling. Inescapable. What’re you gonna do.”
I recall the gut wrenching feeling I had that night when I realized we were going to be stuck with this clown for four long years. The next day I had to leave work because I was sick to my stomach. Yes, the election did it.
Heck, I was so confident I made a blog post predicting the outcome for Hillary Clinton. Not doing that again.