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People seem to love games. But there really are good ones and bad ones. Good games are the ones that entertain people and make them happy. Bad games frustrate people and leave victims. The reason why some people feel the need for those type of games escapes me. I don’t like it, and I never will. All through my life my mantra has been, “Do what is right, and worry about how it feels later”. It’s a philosophy that has always served me well. I wish everyone would adopt it. But I don’t think they ever will…
And it was a good talk. . . . That is all. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . For now . . .
The power company trucks have finally found my road. We may be getting power back today. But today I’m not worried about the power. Today, I’m worried about Geno.
Even though you knew I was in a jam, And even though you knew I needed help, And even though you refused to help while knowing that, Some people didn’t hesitate to help. And even though some people did help when you would not, You still think I would turn on them? And even though you think there is something wrong with me, You are wrong. Because I will help anyone, anywhere, anytime. Even though I could never harm anyone, I now see that others can. Even though I don’t like it.
I just wish I could remember what it was!
“Life is like a box of chocolates. It sure looks a lot like shit.” – Tramp
Yesterday, we had a visit from a well known celebrity. His name is ‘Hurricane Ike’. During his brief stay, he was very rude! He tore down a lot of power lines. We are without power here for our second day. The power company, in a tremendously optomistic release, told us the power would not take seven days to restore, as originally reported. Now they say it will probably only take five. . . . . Only?
. . . and life is glue. Everything it throws at me bounces off and sticks to . . .
Sophie is my sweet baby dog. And Sophie has been sick lately. Tonight she took a turn for the worse. I’m not sure if she will make it through the night. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sophie is a dog. She’s just a dog. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . But my heart is breaking.
I must have one because people keep calling me a smart ass! I hurt my hand at work yesterday. I put a nice sized hole in my right palm. Then I taped it up like guys are known to do, covering half of my hand with way too much tape. But I was in a hurry (I always am). Later on, I walked over to the quik shop across the road for smokes. The girl at the counter asked me what happened to my hand. I replied, “I was in a stage production of ‘The Passion Of The Christ’. When they started nailing me to the cross, I quit!”
“Well you sure got a nice spread here. No, I mean it. You got a nice place. It’s not every man who can live off the land, you know? You’re doing your own thing in your own time. You should be proud.” – - Peter Fonda as Wyatt in Easy Rider
Tonight I had a really bad night. Today was a great day, the weather was nice and I was out on the scoot visiting with old friends. I had a great time. Then, on my way home, I was pulled over by the cops. No big deal, I thought, I’m not doing anything wrong. But apparently that doesn’t matter anymore. The cop told me that my drivers license was suspended and he was gonna tow and impound my bike. I told him that he was wrong, that it wasn’t true (and it’s not true). I told him there was an error somewhere, that it was not possible. I mentioned that I had been stopped just a week earlier and there was no problem. I pleaded with him to verbally confirm this with someone instead of relying on the dashboard computer. I swore to him that it had to be a mistake. He had my Harley towed away and impounded, and left me standing on the side of the road. . . . . . Just like that. . . . . . . . . . . . . I don’t condone it when people blow up federal buildings, but I’m beginning understand how it could happen.
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