I still do those what I used to think were clever plays on words though most people…of course I was going to write most people do not give a fuck what I write. Of course most people don’t, my god…. Continue Reading →
Man, that was not what I meant to do, wait this long anyhow. I was trying to hold myself up to different standards, or rather any standard at all given my history. I disappear often for spans of time and… Continue Reading →
One thing I think is not widely accepted, or talked about with these kinds of events we can endure, is how sometimes it’s not always a revelation or gratitude we all feel for having survived this. I am speaking for… Continue Reading →
Okay, so I figured out some things, having really taken a deep look at our finances, or mine, for that matter, since I am the one without the resources and really, without a hell of a lot of the hope… Continue Reading →
Well well well. Hmmm hmmm hmmm. These are the utterances of someone who feels they might be able to gloat, or maybe reprimand another if that opportunity arises. It is almost February of 2019 and I have mentioned to Don… Continue Reading →
Man, the post I started writing Saturday before our ride to mexican fast food breakfast was a bit dire, a bit depressing and a kind of sobering reflection on his drunk words. Like many of you, we don’t have a… Continue Reading →
So I am drunk enough right now to be honest in some ways I am not normally prepared to disclose, but it seems the right time, the sentiment needs to be recorded, and wow. Sometimes, sometimes I am not feeling… Continue Reading →
I don’t really know about that, but I have written more here in the past month than I have in ages. Clearly the interaction with my readers is non-existent at best, but I keep doing it. It’s the practice I… Continue Reading →
You know my titles. I care a lot about them. Well, used to anyways. I’ve been keeping to myself a little more lately though I can admit no books read in three days as Don had to take my reading… Continue Reading →
K guys. I will do it. You want recipes, man I have recipes. Don’t want em, skip this post–I will be reorganizing this whole site design shortly–But below, behold. I bought the 8 quart, not because we expected to grow… Continue Reading →
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