Never Worn

Picked up the blog again temporarily while I have some extra time on my hands with the intent to hopefully write something that people will actually want to read. Apparently, a good way for an author to develop interest and desire from a reader is to ask the reader some provocative questions with the goal of keeping them entertained. So, how's your day going? How's your family? Pets doing well? Additionally, the stuff I actually care about, do people still read things on their laptops? Do people still read on their desktops? Or is everything you read now exclusively available on a 5 to 8 inch plus fibreglass-esque rectangle most likely located in your front pocket? Do people even read at all, whether it be for their own pain or pleasure? Because I'm aware that you're just dying to know, my personal preference is to have a cellphone that's smaller in stature so that it fits more properly into my clothing. Strangely, my favourite object to read is also the abs

The President of the United States tweeted that he would no longer be inviting Steph Curry, an NBA championship winning point guard to dinner on the 23rd of September, 2017. This less-than-140-character messaged ignited a chain reaction that has spread from Twitter across all media sources leaving journalists begging for absolutely anyone to open their mouths and express their opinions on any and all performances of the National Anthem. Due to this unsustainable thirst for people's thoughts regarding how somebody should react when another person strolls out onto a skinny red roll of carpet, grabs a microphone, and sings (or in Carlos Santana's case, shreds out)  A familiar melody that is associated with not only the citizens of an entire Country's sense of pride, but also in this particular performance, a broadcast of an entire stadium's choice of what genre of music to keep on their cellphone. In a country that is war-torn by everything from religious extremism