I've had a bottle of my local supermarket's most expensive champagne lying dormant ever since the streets were first claiming he died. I see it in my kitchen every now and then and it gives me a little bit of strength to keep going. Someday, someday soon, I will get to pop that mf bottle
Sometimes I wonder exactly how many litres of alcohol are in waiting for his death. Based off the amount of asks I’ve received about it, it’s gotta be triple digits at least.














