To love, to loathe, to live, to laugh…to grow increasingly bitter with each setback, each person who disappoints, each selfish moment, each unnecessary lie, each hateful act of omission and/or commission. I’m a cauldron of disenfranchisement; NOT a little teapot! My sarcasm has become duller than a dollar store plastic knife. The expiration date on my mind is long past due. And there is no recall.