I just found myself talking to myself like I usually do and going what the fuck was I going to write about.. fucking squirrels...
I was thinking about my mortality.. and how do you explain to people reality. Or am I bullshitting myself here...
that is I do not think I will live as long as my father... why I don't smoke tobacco, I do smoke cannabis. I did stop smoking cigarettes awhile back, the last major episode was in NC when I had lost a job there and smoked 4 packs in 2 weeks then quit... Had one there after and am completely sworn off them for good.
and i found another squirrel here on the desk.. this blasted harmonica I found...
it was something to do with finding myself getting older.. not a clue as to what it is.. my back.. my knee.. my leg.. something.. farghafarhgfjl;asdfoiu12340i99i
any who...
i think I'm a bit peckish...
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