by Tyler Adams Dear Sam, Max, and Baylee, Does it get easier?  Hell no. Does it get harder? That’s a much better fucking question.   I’m done cussing now (you know this is a lie). I’ve proved my point. I guess I’m telling you to brace yourselves.  This never gets “easier.” It becomes more familiar and less shocking, but … Continue reading To My Bruthas on Memorial Day 2020