T R U T H

Two people looking out at the same vista, each saying how different it is from the ones where they grew up. The thing that makes it a little strange is she grew up less than 10 miles from where they're looking - his was all the way across the continent. Maybe the resounding basis is how much life has changed from those impressions of their childish imaginations. If memories are just our imagination of earlier reality,  it makes it easier to change our timeframe up to the present awareness. Seems a bit unlikely that the gal ducking spit from the driver of the pickup she was riding in would end up fashioning glory every day with a guy who turned the key on the '41 Olds while his dad was under the hood with a screwdriver shorting out the solenoid in Pitman NJ. The getting here part was crazy but practicing crazy all those years finally paid off.

Biorhythms today are high 6s to lo 8s following yesterday's ero-rodeo. Liking that cherry wodka flavored w/ white cranberry peach juice (no, not served with a little paper umbrella).