Twenty Seven Suits Me
A wedding journal through the experiences of a 27 year old bloke in his do or die year
I don’t understand how people elevate their pets that when they die it’s an absolute tragedy when they care little or nothing for the rest of the animals in the world the run over. It’s like the same logic that allows them to feel sad about the death of a ‘civilised’ human whilst they just shrug if they were poor or from the developing world.
