The world is ending. Properly this time. I think. I was expecting a knock. A crash. A Bang. I was expecting the walls to shatter and the ground to open to magma and my house to float down the street. But as far as I'm aware, the end of the world is watching shit TV with you f*cks. Four friends are bored. A couple scroll listlessly. A sad clown gets up and goes to work. The end of the world could not come fast enough.