Every night while I’m on my computer, my cat sits on the desk beside me. Occasionally, she sits up and stares, wide-eyed, just over my shoulder and up a little. The house is silent. What the actual … ?!

Can … can you put a poster of the sun on your wall?

I look at the sky every night. I think, “C’mon, UFOs! Do something!” And after a few seconds, my neck hurts, so I go back inside.

" … that’s how America does it … "

Gosh, that’s nice of 'em! Where’s the, “I don’t want one cent of MUH TAXES going to fund foreigners” crowd now?

In quiet, reflective moments, Miller muses on his past.

“I was happy strangling babies in back alley dumpsters. But Trump found me, and showed me how to hurt so many more people. I will forever be grateful”.