I got up pretty amped–last night was the last hurrah for any drinking-I had a few glasses of Pinot Grigio with some Sprite–clearly I am no purist. One thing all my years of bartending taught me was to pay attention… Continue Reading →
So I gotta say, for someone not on anxiety medication or taking any other pyschoactive substance I guess aside from marijuana, it does suck to once again know I have a broken heart again. It’s the thing I am trying… Continue Reading →
Man, the country is in a mess right now. I am actually way less stressed than many because of a few compelling factors that do not hurt my feelings at all. One. I don’t have children nor work in the… Continue Reading →
Well guys, that thing I mentioned I might elaborate on later came to fruition, sending me into a bit of a tailspin. So my experience with my first surgeries and the like traced back to that rowdy month, October 1995… Continue Reading →
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