Let the Olympians smoke a little marijuana if they wanna

I am Cat Person, you are Cat Person, we are all Cat People.

I’m back by popular demand, as the great poet Pusha once said.

I write this to you as the New York City subway system is slowly rendered impotent thanks to a rising tide of opaque sewage water, while above ground, everyone is being pummeled into a living sweat puddle by the sun’s rays. A puddle that inevitably seeps through the subway grates to rejoin it…