Maybe I should tie my ass to a tree and go into the saloon and have a couple of beers. But there's two things I know about me, two is two few and I would never leave my ass outside. No matter where I go, I always bring my ass along. Simple rules to follow. Do I have all my buttons buttoned, is my fly zipped, do I have some real money on me and am I ok with my breath, Of course, I need my fucking keys, where are my keys? But I'm just going down to the corner store to get some cigs so why don't I just walk. Good, the fresh air will do me good. And besides, if I would smoke in the car everybody that uses the car that I would use to get to the corner and back would get pissy about the smell. They would ask questions like, did you pick up a hitchhiker again, or something more simple like, are you sneaking again? Ok, this is really not a blog, I was just playing with my time. If you got this far, there's more to the story. Encourage me.
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