That's what started this, 50 simple pleasures, and I'll get to that in a sec. Hi, my name is... Bob. For now. I am 47 years old, I am a grunt, I am a liar, and a thief, and who knows, maybe a god damn accidental murderer somewhere along the way. I am old, and getting older. I make a shit ton of mistakes, this god damn thing being one of them, every hour of every day. But, god damn it, maybe, just fucking maybe, it helps someone who may stumble over it. This blog, I mean. Sorry, lose track when I type sometimes. My fucking life right now is a god damn shambles. I mean like a shit fire shambles. I am old, I hate my fucking job almost as much as I hate the shit buckets I work with, I am lost in life, have no idea how the fuck I got here. Well, that's not true, I would imagine 40 years of shit decisions may have had something to do with it. Among other things. Side note: I sometimes consider myself a writer. In those times I make an effort to hone the things I type into c...
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