My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
I'm in my fortieth year of working. My body can't do it, but my mind still remembers carrying two sheets of plywood across a bridge with ease. That, and drinking like a sailor half the night, getting up early and putting in 10 hours in a blazing sun.
I was ten feet tall and bulletproof back then. Not any longer; age has given me the wisdom to know the disaster that befalls such foolishness over time.