whiskey

I'm watching a zombie apocalypse series. I don't like them. I don't like to think how easily so many people you know and probably love could turn and eat you. 

But what strikes me this evening is good well off the survivors seem to be. They have food and water, a roof over their heads. They seem to have a change of clothes. They also had a fair amount of whiskey. 

They had loss, naturally but here, where I am now this isn't fiction and they don't have this much. Cholera is killing people so much more than COVID ever did. Poverty kills even more than that every day 

It's hard to sympathize when the people in the film are in a better situation than the man I didn't buy a pineapple off today.

I'm not a good person