So here I am some 40 years later, staring at this blinking curser. In my shorts and T-shirt, begging my old window unit to last one more season. Spilling out my own brand of unsolicited advice. Funny how some things never change. I like to think of myself as being a bit more enlightened, but really I ain’t. But like I said, I’m writin’ just to be writin’. Sometimes never gathering enough stream to say much of anything. But that’s just how things are around here. I usually don’t have many pre-conceived notions when I write, but I have been known to repeat myself over and over again.
So I guess that’s what I’m doing. The younger generations (anyone other than me) often take things way too literally. So I guess I could continue to be the old goat that I am and continue flipping them off. But apparently there ain’t enough of my kind left to keep up that act. But in order sound more like everyone else, I guess I’ll have to lie to your face and pretend I care. Kinda sad itn’t it. But I’d rather give you a little honesty, bravado, and candor than blow smoke up your ass. But that’s just me, writin’ to be writin’.