Most folks have said and done things they wish they hadn’t.
For some it’s the creeping confusion generated by reflecting upon how
rudely they spoke to someone they supposedly care plenty about
while for others its those tenacious, ignorant memories refusing
to stay forgotten from a time where acting like a perfect ass
was normal and who in their right mind would piggyback
such crap for decades? Course, the past would mean
squat if it weren’t for this damn wisdom forcing its
way into our lives because each particle of savvy
just adds to the the humongous pile of shite we
have no choice but to crawl out from under.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Shite only hurts when you think about it.
Oh gawd of humility I praise thee!
If my knees hadn’t been screwed up by my younger self I’d be on them rat now praying for forgiveness.
I know that’s not what I deserve but what about wearing shitty pants? Here I’m not talking about threads that are out of fashion. I’m talking stink bloomers of the aged.
As the oldest brother of several easy followers, I had to try the mattress / stairs thing.
This was waay before my hazard assessment daze and I did not anticipate the mattress catching a halfway down V1 stair and I didn’t expect to be at the bottom of a fast, carpet burning pile of Williams boyz.