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A few random thoughts about life, death, and the pursuit of happiness...
So it’s Saturday morning and the weather’s turned back into summer once again. I suppose people will say it’s hot because of global warming and all that, and while I get it, it is hot, and there is global warming, I don’t concern myself with it too much because there’s little I can do to reverse things. I’m 64. My motto of late is “85 & out.” That gives me about 21 years to do what needs to be done.
And what is it that needs to be done? That’s a good question. I suppose the first thing that needs to be done is getting my shit together. I know, it sounds a little retarded saying that: (SIDEBAR: Most of you here on this page know me. You know that I’m politically incorrect and don’t really have a filter, and that I have a tendency to say things before really thinking them through. When I write, it’s usually different. I can edit myself, and I do, because it’s fiction and I’d like to think that I’m a pretty good writer—although no one ever leaves a comment about any of my stories, so I do…
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