Cutting some really fucking abusive, caddy, and toxic people and things out of my life in the pre-final laps of this horserace prior to rounding home so to ease my burden of accumulated guilt I’ve picked up along the way somehow.Switching about my intoxicants to better align with society and the *gasp* law. I want more than a corner bunk in the woodpile for my retirement home…there’s no shuffleboard or hot grannies to juggle. I swear I have begun hearing distant train whistles getting closer every night when I close my eyes. In fact they are getting closer at a faster and faster pace so does it matter if I haven’t been on a pair of skis for 25 years and I’m trying to get ski instructor gigs to finish out a teenage dream I had? Does it matter? Is it hurting anyone else for me to throw in the towel and retire from my one man media empire (lol)? My income this coming year will out earn last year when I make this years first dollar (do the math). I’m tired of trying to pop my head up above the croud long enough or often enough to be considered by some ad execs that I am an influencer and pay me to write this blog or want to by ad space in the margin. Look, I’ll tell ya a secret. I don’t know how to steer this brain of mine either so don’t come bck and say I “influenced” you to do anything…good or bad. I don’t grant anyone that status. I find that I require less sleep as I get older or I really trip out when sleep deprived.
Anyway, it’s December 7th, 2016, Pearl Harbor Day and I rest my brain, body and keyboard in prayer for those brave souls that remain in their watery graves no more than a mile where I served my country for four years in the 70’s. I stand at attention with hand over heart facing the flag and if anyone spits on it or sets it on fire in front of my will get hurt…count on it, end of discussion!