We watched 2023 fade into the distant under the warmth of a beer garden bubble tent. Because that's how we're all feeling right about now. 2024 should prove to be hell-on-wheels in the states, and right now all we want to do is curl up with close friends under chilling skies with some good IPA. Eleven months from now, the country will likely decide whether we're led by an (alleged) narcisisstic anarchist and an (alleged) feeble alternative, both of whom are ~80 years old and heavily backed by political parties and deep-pocketed influencers that can't seem to let the baby boomer generation fade into the sunset.
What a long, strange trip it's been.
