Terror. In London – again. Plastered all over the old news media – interviews with bystanders, victims, TERROR TERROR TERROR in the headlines.
What the hell am I going to say to my son when he gets old enough to understand?
I mean, isn’t it a crazy, crazy world we live in?… Read more
I found out about the bomb that had killed a score of youngsters at a concert in Manchester, while I was walking with Jay’s carriage at 3 AM in the morning to help him calm down.
Not again, huh?
Terror attacks. It’s all a blur sometimes. Like … it’s never-ending.
And like the world is becoming more dangerous by the day …