Let me explain myself. Before I forget to remember again. If I say the second thing sounds like braggadocio, please forgive me.
I am simply sharing my amazement at the good stuff.
Which works both ways.
When you twice hear me whining, that’s just a sequentially surprised man of some experience sharing amazement at the bad shit.
Just wanted to get that straight upfront.
Like I once heard Mom tell a distant relative, “He’ll never lie to you,” she offered. “But don’t believe every word he says.”
Father warned me, hell, I was into middle age and maybe that was part of the point: “Son, you don’t have to tell the truth all the time.”
He left it at that.
Got fired from a newspaper column… grossly underpaid and massively popular, loved that job.
Got fired because, and I quote the publisher, “Barker Ajax cannot be trusted not to tell the truth.”
Makes you wonder if my credibility is an issue. I don’t think so.
The secret of life is luck. Some people say timing. That’s like folks who promote prostitution as the oldest profession. That’s plain stupid.
Everybody knows sales is the first. Sex just the product.
I go to the doctor and they tell me there’s nothing can be done. Say it’s genetic. That’s the medical term for luck.
Well, good talk. Good start anyway.
Going for a walk in the sunshine.
I feel lucky.