We lost you in January of 2018. You had been with us for 17 years but time had caught up to you, my darling boy… and though you couldn’t see us anymore… and you couldn’t hear us anymore… and the only thing you felt comfort in was pacing around the house for hours on end

The Gutter Jesus.

One of my friends up north has a pretty healthy crew of minions and one day, she gets a frantic text from her oldest minion.  You see, the littlers can’t seem to put the house key back where it goes so the text from the oldest read as follows… ”WHY CANT THEY PUT THE KEY