Well, maybe not.
The thing is, umm, let me start over.
You know when you see a car crash or a disaster scene or a gurney with “something” on it? You know that desire you have to see what is under the sheets? I had that today about a URL that mentioned hobos, homeless folks. Now what I found were not hobos from what I could tell, just painfully poor people from Eastern Europe. you can tell Eastern Europeans from their 50s cloths and 80s hair. The first page made me, ill, and then there was the second through fifth.
Let me say that I have never seen the ravages of syphilis up close, but I may have today.
That is all.
I need to pour paint thinner into my eyes.