What a slow winter, took me a month to get this chilly number online... that's pandemic brain, I guess! And just in time for my birthday, in the immediate absence of The Annual 48. Shout out to all who have survived the pure bleaugh of 2020, each and every mother-loving one of you. You're amazing, you're owning this, and you can fight the bullshit. Keep wearing those masks, I love you more for it. Peace, Marty BF. PS. The F is for F*CKTRUMP!
