Never took the blue pill in the first place. I worked to live only, not lived to work. Then Cancer retired me permanently at 42.

I did when I owned the cavalier. Now I am back in my homeland and my cars fall apart in a few years.

And the 1992 chev cavalier. Indestructible.

Gross story incoming…

In my 30’s I worked with people with developmental disabilities. There was a 45 year old man I worked with occasionally who had brain damage from a fever when he was a baby. He had a strange fetish for dirty diapers and could not control it at all. If he smelled or saw a dirty diaper he was getting in there and there was no stopping it. I got called by his worker one day to help get him out of a dumpster. He found a bag of dirty diapers and was like a dog on a poop pile, rolling around and smearing it everywhere. Gross.

We live in the same place. Pickled beets and overly expensive thrift stores.

When those little plastic things on the end of your shoelaces fall off.

Sail the high seas and never see an ad again. Make your time your own.