T R U T H

There's this Bundy guy who finds himself caught in a struggle that is 10 exits distance from when he lived in the same house as the person who sleeps next to me. The details about his struggle are better suited for David and Goliath stories illustrated but the consequences of struggling while ding dongs like me are doing this is still sobering. The unintended residual from that must never be waiting for heart attack that may happen or it may not. The salient part of living in the now is keeping "you have to move on" as a guide for sucking every last drop of fun and enjoyment the day gives you knowing you are going to die but not this very minute. Bucket list, see the world, bring your dreams to life are all good advice if you're not simply ecstatic about what's goin' on where you are right now. The ceiling tile when you're on a morphine drip shouldn't be what you see the most in my metaphor. I'll deal with the struggle when I have to but not while all this great stuff is part of our parade. As the hedgehog said to the whippoorwill, "ain't no use hurrying on down to the Liquorville if you can't find your keys" to which the whippoorwill replied, "why are we even in this paragraph anyway?"

Cracker Barrel game called because of wind; hi 8s streak continues magnanimously.
I got love-sick when I was away from home. Or Chlamydia, as the doctor calls it.,