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How did this happen¿¿

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 in a great while. Then I realized I have computer Hackintosh stuff I can do now, programs or apps I can write now, video games I can play here and there, jot down, and photography I can do!

So here I am, jotting down writings for some odd reason. The ramblings of eelhead and the misadventures of the New York boy in the Arizona dirt. It's one of action-packed goodness and cow-tipping amazement! It's the razzle-dazzle of craziness but with a hint of outdoor vanilla. Next, I should write a story of my life, but an exaggerated one involving assassins, ninjas, and three nippled crime bosses. But wait, have you seen that story before?

I don't know. I know it would involve stupid field car action, headlights off in the summer nights, blazing down a dark country road. Driving tractors in the open country air while letting the sun punch the shit out of my skin with UV radiation. Some strange bar encounters, some strange individual sightings. This one time at Fire Chiefs show Adventures. Also, maybe there will be some pigmy deer as well, but no, I repeat, no midgets and green jello action.

Would it be a sad story or a happy one? Perhaps some of both, or none of both. It can be an odd one, a story of a boy who grows into a man wandering life searching for something he thought he found before and lost so many times. Or of one that falls asleep and wakes up dead... wait, no, that is another story I have in my mind.

I like cheese and bacon.....

Maybe something about how I used to be somebody and slowly regain that feeling again.

Oh, I forgot, I used to also do podcasts. Maybe something of that again. Or a vlog on a video game. Like "Middle-aged man plays ...." and it would be like Fortnight or some shit with a bunch of 9-year-olds and just watch me slowly lose my shit online playing a game designed for people over 18, but preteens are playing it. So I can run my mouth at them and see who I get to rage quit first because my insults are so horrible I save them for the shittiest of people.

No, I'll just try to make it on here more often and blabber about nothingness :)

Hide and watch weeeeeeeeeee
Love eel

P.S.
I may have blown out a knee not long ago; at least I didn't roll an ankle.    

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