So here I am. It's June 2019. I planned to write silly nonsense, but I have not accomplished it over the last several years. I am still determining what happened in the last couple of years. Time flew by. As we get older, we all know that time whizzes by like a pissed-off bumblebee in a rainstorm. You know the sound; it's almost in your head as you try and visualize it. I have all these plans floating in my head. Ideas, but I have yet to attempt or complete any of them. Can't blame it on depression! Why, you may ask, is because I have been feeling pretty darn good lately. Promotion at work in January, coding school passed (though resting idly at the moment), beautiful lady in my life, beautiful kids that I actually enjoy teaching bad things to, and a decent roof over my head. So it's not like I didn't have the time, or I was brooding in the darkness, drinking IPAs and cheap scotch. Wait, I still do that. I was just doing life stuff and enjoying the moments once i...
Just my thoughts, fiction and non-fiction :)