JINKIES SCOOBY!

I’m sure we’ve all had a really bad day, but I may have had the worst day of my life having been kicked out of my apartment and unable to see my son. There was going to be one last attempt to revisit my apartment and pick up my belongs, and before this moment was about to commence, the middle finger socks was all the Psychic Treat I needed. It wasn’t a direct FU to what was about to happen, but more of a feeling of a spaghetti western where there’s about to be the big shoot out. The Psychic Treat helped me prepare and conjure up the energy to have to get done what was going to be needed to get in there and get out. Thank you Psychic Treat!