He asked how to pirate games, not how to get keylogged and ransomwared.

Not telling, but I would choose not to live in any country.

I wish to live in the depths of a nameless, unpopulated ocean of body temperature gel which both nurtures and protects me as I float through it in a perpetual sleep.

You’re a star.

My son took the batteries out of it.

“This changes nothing.” I told him.

If I weren’t allowed to stream or pirate, then CDs.

If I am, then Vinyl.

All the toilets in my dreams are broken or otherwise unusable. It’s deeply frustrating at the time, but I guess I should be thankful.