I feel strong enough to complete my lifes work and fight off all those opposing forces that martial together to attack anyone choosing to go their own way.
Bring on the world. Hahaha hahaha
Fibs. Nonsense.
I still have the same ole wounds that the bus of life has inflicted on me.
I saw the driver in the rearview mirror, as he had a clean shot to back over me, again.
I'll be damned, I said.
I drive this bus.
Happy Birthday to me. Made it out of hospital yesterday. Just want to smell sweet country air and figure out how to ....
Note. The last week or so of memory views like bad sci fi effects and doesn't seem like me. Gonna cry about that, someday.
