Plat-Daddy
Bronze Member
I have been out of pocket. stuck allot in the bed and chair. not walking so much. really being a whiny ass about having to sell my bike. I cannot stand well enough to hold it up anymore. riding is way cool but not if you fall over like the trike on laugh in every time you stop. The joints are gone. so many broken shit that will not stay healed. ground coming up quick. f*ck it. I moved to the country way out in the sticks. I can lay in the f*cking prison bed it seems and shoot shit outside anyway. yeah a ramp is coming so I can roll around like a big shot. I am glad I am here to raise my young daughter and teach her the many sides of reality. How to be a leader or the cameilian when needed. 50% hands on trades classes and 50% tech classes so she will be able to fit either way. the art of blending if needed. I was once told a good soldier makes sure he lives to fight the bastards another day. I always thought never retreat unless you out of ammo and go steal theirs but i was labeled playing with 8's ha. I do worry about what our kids will see and do we want them smart enough to see the rights that are being taken away. Absolutely. yet the smarts and the patience to do something about it. yeah I am rattling. I made it from the bed to the chair so whaaaaa. suck it up. I am going to make it to the latrine for inspection. yeah right and the back to the rack. Thanks for great people and the stupid governments we protect. Better to the guard then the guarded sometimes. Ponder that shit. You have to live and learn from the inside to start a rebellion. Aint I a shit.