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Originally Posted by Charles
For some reason, I feel like I've just passed another fencepost while driving across Kansas.
Chas
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Did they look like a picket fence Commander? If not, you need a Lincoln like the dear leader.
Man, I remember when I was an 18 year old Hippie thinking I'd never make it to 2000. It seemed like there just wasn't anyway I'd get there. I was in jail more than out, and when I was out I was doing shit that would either kill me or get me back in. I went 18 times in one year in Louisiana (I'm kinda strangely proud of that). Me and a certain buddy of mine would make a list of what pills we were taking so our girlfriends could give it to the paramedics if we OD'd.
Maybe that's what's wrong with me.
Sometimes I wish I'd get a fatal diagnoses from my Doc so I could go crazy like that again. You know, one of those, "You have 6 months" deals. I sure as fuck wouldn't lay in a bed and wait. I run straight to the Suzuki shop and buy a brand new Hyabusa with extended swing arm, grab my 9, and head across KS robbing banks. I wouldn't load the pistol, as I wouldn't want to hurt anyone, but I'd let my buds know where I was hiding the sacks of cash. Maybe knock over some gold dealers, and trust one of my buds to take care of the Missus without letting her know it was stolen. She wouldn't take a dime if she was starving if she knew it was stold. I guess you never know until you are there (getting the bad news of cancer or whatever), but I really believe to me, it would be like a chain coming off my neck. Yeehaw, Billy the gal darn kid is back, bang bang!!
OH, Happy New year guys and gals, I got kind of lost in my fantasy there for a minute.
